The weekends were the only times I could escape my school life. I slept until ten, and Mom made chocolate chip pancakes when I woke up. I took my time eating them, enjoying my morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the sun’s gentle rays peeked through the curtains, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere.
Afterward, I would return to my room and play on my game console until lunch. The virtual worlds on the screen offered an escape from the realities of school, and I relished the freedom to explore new adventures. Mom never rushed me, understanding that these moments were my sanctuary.
Then, it was time for our weekly grocery shopping trip. Mom and I would head to the store together, the car filled with our favorite songs playing on the radio. The supermarket’s aisles became our secret hideout, where we could chat about anything and everything. Mom always sweetened the trip by buying us frappes afterward, the perfect blend of indulgence and bonding. Sometimes, she surprised me with a two-liter soda or a twenty-four-ounce energy drink, a small gesture that made me feel unique and grown up.
There was a time before all of what happened that Mom was just Mom. I had not seen her as a mature female, just my Mom. Of course, my Mom was a female, but that never entered my mind. Mom and Dad loved each other, and the three of us were a perfect family. These precious weekend moments were my time with Mom, the one who cared for me unconditionally and cherished our time together. It was a brief respite from the reality that lurked beneath the surface.
As I grew older, I started to notice the strain in Mom’s eyes, the forced smiles that couldn’t hide the cracks in our perfect family facade. The weekends became our sanctuary, a fragile space where we clung to the vestiges of normalcy. Even though I couldn’t fully grasp the complexities of what was happening, I knew something was amiss.
Despite my age, my mom has always sheltered me as she protected me from all potential struggles. I didn’t even learn about masturbation or porn until I was a month into my eighteenth year when I found my dad’s old photos of my mom in the attic. One was her topless at a beach. I found the image and got hard, something that had happened before but something that I let calm itself down. This time was different, however, and I found myself touching my member, slowly figuring out what felt good until I came. During my masturbation, I made a good amount of noise, leading to my Mom finding me just before I came.
She looked in shock at me, and I was embarrassed as she looked at me. I asked what happened, and my Mom explained it to me. She told me the best way to clean up this mess was with a tissue, but since we were out, she licked my member clean. “It’s okay to have these urges, son, but please don’t make a mess like that again. Mommy can’t keep cleaning you herself.”
After that, everything went back to normal; only I began noticing Mom differently now. I found myself touching myself while thinking about her and sometimes noticed my door was slightly ajar after I masturbated. But soon, it all just became a part of life.
The game console and the sugary treats were distractions, but they couldn’t mask the growing tension in our home. Those weekends were a refuge, a time when we could momentarily forget the impending storm. Little did I know that the masks would come off one day, and our family’s true selves would be revealed, changing everything forever.
Like I said, I loved the weekends. They were the only days I got away from school life and my bully, Richard.
I hated the guy. I hated everything about him. He always picked on me, stealing my lunch money, tripping me in P.E. class, embarrassing me in front of girls, pushing me into trash cans, pouring yogurt in my backpack, and talking disgustingly about my mom.
I never told my parents about it. I wanted them to avoid getting involved. But I thought Mom knew or had some clue I was getting bullied. But she was waiting till I came to her about it.
Every school day, it was the same thing. I woke up to my mom kissing my cheek and ruffling my hair. I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth, shower, and dress. Then, head down the hall to the dining room.
“Morning sport,” my dad Jerry would say to me.
“Morning, Dad,” I said in return.
“Morning, sweetie,” my mom Bonnie would say in turn.
She would been preparing breakfast and brewing coffee.
“Good morning to you, Mom. “I said back to her.
Dad would read the newspaper as Mom brought the breakfast to the table. He would then place it down on the table.
“More of the same,” he’d said as Mom poured him hot coffee.
“I knew, hun,” she would say.
“It’s just another perfect day,” she would say afterward.
“You knew it,” he would say with a little smirk.
Then she’d handed out our breakfast. The aroma filled my nostrils, and I started to drool. She gave Dad his breakfast before giving me mine.
It was a cheesy egg and ham omelet with a slice of fresh fruit and a glass of just-delivered milk. Dad would have bacon and toast—something light for him.
“Thanks for the breakfast, dear,” he kissed Mom and got up.
He then grabbed his hat and coat and headed off to work. Dad worked as a sales representative for a major corporation. Sometimes, he left home for days at a time to travel to other parts of the state. Mom’s used to it. He always called her every night on the road.
Mom then cleared the table as I finished eating.
“You better get ready too, sweetie,” Mom would remind me.
Mom drove me to school, as our area had no active bus stop. Since that hijacking a few months ago, she has taken it upon herself to take me. Not that I’m complaining about it, mind you. I got driven to school by my bombshell of a mother. So, it was something I boasted about in my head.
Let me tell you about her. Mom’s name was Bonnie Cooper. She was forty-five years old. She had dark brown hair, always tied up in a loose ponytail. Fair peach-colored skin, cantaloupe-sized breasts, a round face, an hourglass figure, and the face of an angel.
She was also a bit shorter than me, with her being 5″7 and me being 5″9.
My mom said I got my smarts from her and my looks from Dad.
They met in their first year of high school and became friends. When senior year went on, they made it official and started dating. Her parents loved him and practically thought of him as their own son.
After senior year, they got married and moved in together. Dad went to college while Mom took on the role of housewife.
Eventually, he landed a job at a major corporation and became its top sales representative, giving him a hefty salary.
Then, they bought a lovely house in a beautiful neighborhood. It had a white picket fence and a garden in the back. Then, nine months later, I was born.
Oh, that’s right, I never introduced myself. My name was Ben Cooper. I’m eighteen years old and currently a senior. I liked playing video games, reading, chess, and organizing. You might call me weird, but it doesn’t bother me at all.
I’m somewhat attractive but could not get a girlfriend due to my lack of boldness and intimidating expressions. It made it more challenging when Richard was always picking on me.
I did not know why he did; he used to have been friendly with me until junior year when he started selling ecstasy at school and hanging out with the popular crowd.
Let me tell you about him. His name was Richard Parker. He was a head taller than me and was on the football team. He also wore this stupid cat wristband around his left wrist. I wondered why, though. Maybe it was because he thought it was fantastic.
He drove his luxury car to school, too. A gift from his upper-class parents. He also threw parties every other weekend where he sold his unsold goods. That’s how much his parents trusted him. My mom was overprotective of me and was too cautious about getting my own car.
We got into the car, and Mom pulled out of the driveway. Then, he drove down the street to the highway. We chatted as she drove me to school. She even pulls in front of the entrance.
“Have a good day at school today, sweetie,” she’d said warmly to me.
Then she’d kissed my forehead and ruffled my hair. I would then get out and wave as she drove out to the school parking lot.
“So that’s your mom, fucktard?” said an ominous voice behind me, “what a hot piece of ass. “
I turned to face him. Richard stands behind me with a cigarette in his right hand. He blew a cloud of smoke at my face, which I coughed at and waved away. He chuckled and threw it on the ground.
“Maybe I’ll introduce myself to her after school and get to know her on a first-name basis,” he said, “if you knew what I mean. “
He then pokes my ribs before slapping my back hard.
“Oh, waited,” he said, faking shock, “you wouldn’t know what I mean. You never had pussy before. Man sucks have been you. “
He laughs at his own joke as he heads inside the school.
“fucking asshole,” I muttered under my breath, “just because he had four girls who had sex with him, he thought he was god’s gift to women?”
Mom always told me to avoid conflicts and use my head instead of my fists. I knew I could hold my own against him and likely win. But the idea of my mother being disappointed in me stopped me from ever taking violent action against my tormentor. So I ignored him. The rest of the school day was uneventful.
Richard had not tried to steal my lunch money today, which relieved me as I finally got to eat lunch and enjoyed it peacefully.
After lunch, we had English, and I was always paired with Richard. I’m left with all the work while he wastes time. What made it worse was having to do this as homework.
As I waited for my mom to pick me up after school, here came Richard.
“You gotta help me ace this test,” he said, “No scratch that was gonna help me ace this. “
“Why should I?” I retaliated, glaring at him, “You always left me with all the work. “
He was about to say something when my mom pulled up. He then straightens up my collar and smiles.
“Maybe I should come over to your house,” he said, “it’ll force you to do it for me!”
Mom rolled down her window and looked Richard up and down. She was smiling politely.
“Who was this, Ben?” Mom asked.
I tried to get into the car, but Richard leaned in and blocked my attempts to get in the car.
“Richard Parker, madame,” he said with fake hospitality, “friends with your son here. “
He slapped my back again. She looked at me for a moment as if seeking clarification.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to cloud my anger with a smile, “he’s my friend. “
Her eyes beamed with pride. To think she believed his lies and my own right to her face.
“Well, nice to meet you, Richard,” Mom said happily, “I’m Bonnie Cooper. “
“Bonnie, eh?” said Richard, “a nice name for a beautiful woman like yourself. “
I heard Mom giggle girlishly, which was something she always did.
“Oh, stopped you,” she said, “but thank you for saying that. It was sweet. “
“Anytime, Bonnie,” he said, using her first name again.
She caught on to what he said and corrected him.
“It’s Mrs. Cooper or Mrs. Bonnie,” Mom told him, “I’m a married woman, and you should respect that. “
She flashed him her wedding ring and smiled. He gave a quick apology and stepped back. It allowed me enough room to get into the front seat. He then leaned in again.
“Well, you two had a lovely day,” his voice was artificially kind, something Mom had not detected.
I groaned; I knew I’d hear about it tomorrow from him.
“. You too,” Mom said nervously, “it was great talking to you. “
“Maybe I could come over sometime?” Richard asked, pushing his welcome, “Me and Ben were partnered in some of our classes, and he promised to help me. “
She looked back at me. Liked before, she seeks clarification on my end.
“I did say that,” I muttered, “he’s not doing so well in one of our classes, so I was gonna help him out. “
She looked back at him sympathetically.
“High school could be tricky with the advanced classes,” Mom said, “you’ll get the hang of it. “
“Still, I’m glad Ben was helping you, Richard,” she chirped, “You were welcome to come over today and study with him. “
My jaw dropped when she said that. This first time meeting him, and he was already invited to our house?
Richard looked back at me and smiled.
“I would love that, Mrs. Cooper,” he chirped.
With her invitation, he got into the back seat. Mom drove the car from the parking lot and onto the highway towards home. They chatted the whole way to our house. Richard started asking her questions, which Mom happily answered.
He found out that her husband worked long hours as a traveling sales representative, that she was a stay-at-home mom, that she loved to do yoga, that her favorite time of year fell, and that she never cheated on her husband.
Richard couldn’t care less; he was mostly excited because she was home alone daily. Which would been perfect for him to have quick hourly visits every week.
She started asking him questions to make it fair. He told her that he had his license, but his car was in the shop, he was an only child, on the high school football team, and both his parents were employed. His dad worked as a judge and was a combat veteran. His mom was a nurse at a local clinic.
He then returned to complimenting her appearance and saying how lucky her husband was—talking about her attractiveness. Mom chuckled, too.
“It’s nice to know I still got it,” she said without taking her eyes off the road, “to think a woman at my age being flirted with by a guy my son’s age. “
With a big smile, he looked at me and said playfully, “Oh, I’ll do more than flirt with you. “
To which she caught on quickly and said sternly, “Now, that’s enough, big boy. “
Then they both laughed and talked about each other. She asked him more questions, typical mom stuff, like if he had a girlfriend or if he was thinking about making football a career choice.
“Sadly, no girlfriend,” he said slowly, “no girl would want a guy like me. “
Mom stopped at a red light and looked him in the eye. Her face was full of sympathy and concern.
“You were handsome and attractive in your own way,” she said reassuringly, “just like I tell Ben, the right one would come along, and you’ll know. “
“I’ll know?” Richard asked, “How would I know if she was right?”
She continued driving the remainder of the way.
“You’ll just. Knew,” Mom said quietly, “something would click in you when you were around them. “
“Take me and my wonderful husband Jerry, for example,” she continued, “we met in our first year of high school. We slowly but surely began to fall for each other, and by our senior year, we were dating. A year later, we were engaged. “
“You’ll have butterflies in your stomach, constantly thinking about them and other stuffed,” she said as an afterthought.
“I saw,” Richard agreed, “so. Was it weird that I felt like that around you?”
I felt like I was about to beat him to an inch of his life, but I calmed myself. Mom looked taken aback by his words.
“You just met me half an hour ago,” she said awkwardly.
“So,” Richard said, “you said I’d know when that happens. “
“I did,” she said, “but still, it was just. “
“How did you think about it?” asked Richard.
“Honestly?” Mom answered, “It’s weird, but I’m flattered. And like I said, I’m happily married. I would never disgrace my husband or our marriage. “
“Of course,” said Richard.
We finally reached home, and I was the first one out. Mom and Richard were still talking in the car. She started using her hands and making gestures with them. She was telling him off on something. Richard was just smiling and looking at her.
Before long, they both got out. Mom’s face was red, and she walked a few feet from Richard. Who was staring at her shapely ass. Richard picked her up and carried her through the threshold when she unlocked the door.
Mom shrieked when he did that and then laughed. I bet he’d carried her to the bedroom and shut the door if I wasn’t there. She asked him to put her down, which he did. Mom playfully punched his arm and called him silly.
If Dad saw that, he’d throw out Richard so fast.
Mom went into the kitchen to prepare dinner afterward. She was leaving Richard and me in the living room. He was staring at her shapely thick ass, oblivious to me standing beside him.
“Your mom was just begging for it,” Richard said, punching my arm.
“It’ll never happen, Richard, “I said boldly, “Mom was not into you at all. Plus, she was married and was very faithful. “
“Not now, it would not,” he smiled, “but eventually it would happen, and there had been nothing you could say or do to stop it. “
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I enquired.
He pats my back hard again for the third time today. I knew I’d have a red mark there tomorrow.
“So let’s go to your room and start our homework,” Richard said loudly.
“I’ll bring snacks in later, boys!” went Mom’s voice from the kitchen.
“Thanks, Mrs. Cooper!” called Richard.
“Anytime,” Mom peeked from around the corner, smiling.
I showed Richard where my room was. He doesn’t seem interested in the slightest. Instead, he walked over to Mom’s room and walked in.
“Nice bed set,” said Richard as he pushed down on it, “it’ll be great to use once I got your yummy mom my alone with me. “
“What were you doing,” I hissed, “Mom doesn’t like anyone in here. “
He then climbs on top and lays on his stomach. Then, he began to move his waist up and down.
“Yeah?” he said, “You liked my cock, don’t not you, Bonnie. You are naughty and filthy mommy. “
He then pretended to jerk and moaned. Then, he kissed her pillow, pretending it was her lips.
“That’s what I’ll do to her,” Richard said, turning to face me on her bed, “I bet she’d been worn out afterward. ” I gave him a look that could kill, and as fast as he got on the bed, he got off it with a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. From the bottom of my soul, I wanted to strike him, but the idea of disappointing my mom held me back.
Little did Richard know, but my mom and dad had an active sex life. Anyway, Dad was the one who got tired afterward. From what I heard weekly at night, Mom could not keep her hands off Dad in bed.
“Well, let’s go backed to your room fucktard,” Richard said, pushing me out of the way.
As we entered my room, he threw his backpack onto my bed.
“I did say that I’d made you do it,” he smiled wickedly. I flipped him the bird, and he opened and closed my door. He was leaving me alone with my thoughts. Part of me knew he was probably out there flirting with Mom again, and I’m worried. The other part knew Mom would never do anything to disgrace her marriage and Dad. Richard’s just a punk; nothing would have happened.
-kitchen
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Richard walked in on Bonnie lying on the floor, pleasuring herself with an English cucumber while moaning, “ben. ben” repeatedly. Eventually, she would squirm for a few seconds as she went. Bonnie would then glide the cum covered, massive cucumber out of her pussy, basking for a moment in the bliss of her very intense orgasm. She then sits up and notices pussy juice all over her thick, juicy thighs. Bonnie slowly stands up, still hazy in a post-orgasmic state, and turns around and faces the small kitchen mirror her husband installed last summer. Bending over slightly, she looked in the mirror and noted how impossibly big her hips were and how rounded and fat her ass was. “I’m such a fucking fat cow,” she mutters to herself as she keeps examining her ass. She only stopped when she saw a flash. Richard had his phone out and sported a wide smile.
“Hey, Mrs. Cooper,” he said with a wink as she began covering up. Her face was beet red, and the cucumber she used fell to the floor, snapping at the base. Richard unzipped his pants and grinned before saying, “I was going to need you to help me with the boner you gave me, or I would show Ben the many pictures I got of you and a recording of you moaning his name. ” her silence was an answered in itself and would be a decision that would ruin lived and relationships.
-my room
I pushed myself to finish both of our stupid English homework and sighed as I finished it.
Twenty minutes passed by, and still nothing. I began to get worried. Mom was sure taking a long time with those snacks. I wondered what was taking so long.
I opened my door and stepped out. It was so quiet I could hear the clock on the wall ticking. I began to panic. Mom would generally be humming as she made dinner. I entered the dining room and saw the snacks Mom made on the table. But where were they?
I went into the living room, and they weren’t there either.
Maybe Mom forgot to go shopping and asked Richard to help her. Yeah, that’s it. It was not like they were in her room, right?
Just have been sure, I returned down the hall to her bedroom. I placed my hand on the doorknob and found it locked. Maybe Mom closed it before she left. They did keep valuables and essential documents in Dad’s safe in there. That may been why.
I felt embarrassed; my mom had not thought I could protect the house while she was gone. When I got back to my room, I began doing a bit of studying. I was oblivious as to what was happening in the next room.
-parents room
“I could not believe I’m allowing this,” she said, whispering, “My son’s room was right next to mine!”
“he’s too busy studying,” he said, “he would not noticed what was happening. “
“I’m married,” Bonnie continued, panicking, “I shouldn’t been doing this. My husband would. “
Her sentence was cut short by Richard kissing her.
“he would not know,” Richard said softly, “unless you wanted him to. “
Richard had his shirt off and was kneeling between her legs. Bonnie was still in her clothes and looked dumbfounded. He had his hand roaming under her shirt. Her head tilted from side to side. She was trying to fight herself from enjoying his touch.
A few seconds later, her bra went out from her shirt. Richard threw it on the floor. Bonnie still had not moved as he unbuttoned her shirt and began to suck on her nipples.
Her breathing became sharp and raspy like she was enjoying it but also trying not to let him get the gratification of knowing that.
“You had a pretty nice rack there, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard said after a while, “What’s your size?”
“32c,” Bonnie said distantly, “it’s all natural! Come back here and finish!”
She returned his head to her swollen nipples and sighed as he got the message.
She now gave in to his sucking. She then took it off her shirt and placed it on the bed. She was now totally topless for his viewing pleasure.
He then pushed her down and got on top of her. Her nails dug into his back as he kissed her. She responded and started moving under him. He then kissed her neck. Slowly down to her heaving breasts and then her flat stomach.
Then he began to unbutton her jeans and push them down. Revealing her satin white and silky panties that only her husband Jerry would see.
“Just. This once,” Bonnie said softly, “just this once, okay?”
He then yanked down her jeans and took them off her. She was now in just her panties.
Richard then unbuckled his and stepped out of them. His boxers tented out from his erection. He then got on top of her, and they kissed.
Richard slowly began to push against her. Which bonnie reluctantly allowed by squeezing his ass. She then wrapped her legs around him. She was humping him back, breathing in his ear.
“Richard,” Mom whimpered, “this felt so good. “
“Told you,” Richard said without stopping.
“You wanted more?” he enquired.
“Yes,” Mom replied, “just this once. Okay. “
He then began to pull his boxers down his ass. Revealing his throbbing six-inch-long thick cock. Mom looked at it before covering her mouth.
“Oh my. Richard,” Bonnie said, “that’s bigger than my husband’s by far. “
He began to push her panties to the side and was about to enter her married fertile pussy.
“but I could not. Richard, I could not f-fuck you,” she said, stopping him.
He sighed and began to pull them up. She stopped him and yanked them down again.
“but it doesn’t mean I wanted you to put this away,” Bonnie said, annoyed, “I could not fuck you, but I could suck you. “
She pushed him off her and told him to lie on his back, which he did. She then slowly removed her panties and stood awkwardly before him. His cocked stands stiff like a flag pole.
She then walked over to him and got on top of him. She was kissing her way down his torso. Licking his pelvic area, looking at his cocked.
“Just this once,” she said again.
She then engulfed it in her mouth.
“holy shit,” Richard said, “oh fuck that felt good. “
He held her hair as she sucked his cocked. The room was filled with her sucking sounded, and he groaned.
She did everything to his cocked. She sucked on his tip while stroking his shaft. Pushing his cocked deep into her mouth as she squeezed his somewhat egg-shaped balls. Sucking on his balls as she tugs at his dick fast. All while looking at him. She was probably trying to get him off quickly.
He probably knew she was doing that and stopped her.
“It’s not fair for you to only be doing that,” Richard said, “get that fucking sweet pussy over here!”
She reluctantly maneuvered her body around so that her pussy was in his face and her face was at his cock.
Bonnie suddenly sat up straight and gasped. Her tits swayed from left to right from her movement.
“Oh my!” she said, grinding into his face, “I liked what you were doing with your tongue, Richard. “
“Oh god,” she whimpered, “oh fuck!”
She then tried to suck him off while he ate her out. He pulled her cheeks apart and got his tongue in there. She moaned as he did that. His cocked popped out of her mouth. She went back to sucking his cocked eagerly. Not caring at all anymore. She was enjoying it.
Finally, after forty-five minutes of them oral on each other, they reached their climax.
Bonnie started tugging on his dick steadily and moaned as she got close to her orgasm. Richard was moaning, too. He grunted out as Mom bit his cocked.
“fuck!” grunted Richard, “yeah, swallowed that gunk. “
He bit her clit as she went on his face. Her mouth was still attached to his pulsating cocked.
His balls tightened as he shot five wads of cum into her waiting mouth. She then continued sucking his cock, until he stopped. Finally swallowing it, before she got off him shakingly.
“I’m not gonna lie, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard said, huffing and puffing, “best blowjob I ever had. “
“Well, good,” Bonnie said, panting as she got into her jeans and bra, “same for me, big guy. My husband never did that to me. “
“Never had he done oral on me like you did,” she said quietly.
She then sat on the bed as Richard got behind her. She was putting her shirt back on. Then she caressed his cheek affectionately. They pecked each other afterward. She then sighed.
“What was I gone to do,” she said, “I cheated on my husband with my son’s friend. “
“Do you want to do it again?” asked Richard, getting in front of her naked.
His cock was getting hard again as she looked at it.
“Not sure if I should,” she said before shaking her head, “no, I really shouldn’t have. This was just a one-time offer. “
He then handed her his wristband.
“What’s this for?” Bonnie chuckled.
“Use this as a signal,” Richard said, smiling.
Bonnie looked at him, baffled.
“A sign?” she asked, “for what? I just told you this was a one-time offer. “
“I knew,” he replied smiling, “but if you did, I’d see that you wanted to see me again. “
“This was a mistake,” she said, half smiling, “but said if I did want to see you. How would you come over?”
“I’ll think of something,” Richard said, “it’s Ben you’d had to distract. “
The wristband fell from her hand as they made out again. They were roaming their hands over each other.
-my room
Richard and Mom went in with the snacks a few minutes later. Shen then placed it on my desk and turned to the left.
“Well, boys,” Mom said, “I’ll get dinner started and then take Richard home. “
As Mom opened my door, I heard a loud smack. Richard had just slapped Mom’s shapely thick ass. I saw him do it and was expecting him to get chewed out. I was appalled by how she looked afterward. She smiled at him like she was okay with it. She then closed the door.
“Dude, if you only knew,” Richard said, slapping my back, “your mom liked me, that means you’ll see me over a lot. “
He grabbed his completed homework from my desk and stuffed it into his backpack.
“if you only knew,” he said smiling, “I bet I could get your mom’s sweet pussy. “
“You bastard,” I growled while grabbing his collar, “leave Mom out of this. Stopped trying to ruin her ’cause you hated me!”
He tried getting out of my grasp but failed. With a snarl, he spat in my eyes and hit me super hard in my stomach. I gasped for air afterward.
“Later, loser,” he said, laughing as he opened and closed my bedroom door.
I sat in my room rubbing spit out of my eyes. It was then I knew I would need to work out to defend myself and my Mom. I’ll also have to tell Mom the truth when she drives him home.
“Ben, dinner’s ready!” called Mom from the hallway.
I left my room after Mom called me out. My stomach still hurt, but the pain was subsiding.
I should tell Mom about what he said and did. She had to know I was getting picked on by him. I’ll tell her tonight.
I walked into the dining room and sat down. Richard sat in Dad’s chair, which was next to hers. Mom continued to set the table and brought the food out.
After everything was set, she sat down beside Richard, who stealthily moved his arm beside hers. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but it got Mom red.
“What a great dinner you made, Mrs. Cooper,” said Richard loudly, “it looked delicious. “
Mom beamed at his praise. She was smiling happily at him. What was gone on? “Thanks, Richard,” Mom chirped, “It made me feel good when someone liked my cooking. ” his arm was still close to Mom’s, who looked to have been pushing him away.
“I’ll compliment your cooking whenever I’m over,” Richard boasted. Mom giggled again.
“Oh, stopped it, you!” she playfully punched his arm, “You flatter me too much. “
They continued talking as we ate dinner. After dinner was done, Mom started to clear the table.
“Allow me, Mrs. Cooper,” said Richard, taking the dishes from her. “I could not let you do that,” protested Mom, “You’re our guest. Relaxed in the living room. “
“My mom always told me to help out whenever I was at a friend or relative’s house,” he smiled, “Let me do that for you. “
She allowed him to take the dishes from her, smiling. Did my imagination play tricks on me, or did I see their hands touch each other affectionately? Something was going on.
“Smart woman,” Mom said before looking at me smiling, “I wished my son helped me with the cleaning. “
They both walked into the kitchen, talking still. Mom went out a bit later. She was in the middle of a sentence with Richard as he did the dishes.
“Thanks for your help,” Mom said, “I’m always the one doing the dishes and cleaning,” Richard said something I couldn’t make out. She laughed at what he said.
“Oh, you,” she giggled, “stop being silly. Tell me when you are done, and I’ll check. ” She walked into the living room and sat beside me, sighing.
“Such a great guy that, Richard,” Mom said, “he’s only been here for a few hours, and he was helping me with the dishes. You should learned from his example and helped out, too. “
Mom then ruffles my hair. Mom’s acting like nothing was wrong. But this was not her normal behavior.
We sat silently watching t. V. Richard went out a bit later, drying his hands on a paper towel.
“Done, Mrs. Cooper,” said Richard.
“Thanks, Richard,” Mom said happily, “you’re such a good kid. “
She then got up and looked at me.
“Good boys got rewarded for helping out,” Mom said.
She then handed him the energy drink she bought me yesterday.
“Here, Richard,” Mom said, “Ben doesn’t need this. “
He then looked at me, smiling. He put it in his backpack and then walked over to the front door with Mom.
“Well, it’s time to take Richard home and tell his parents where he was,” Mom said, “Would you like to come along, Ben?”
I shook my head, trying to control the inferno of rage and hatred within me. Mom sighed and walked out with Richard closely behind her. I heard the car doors opened and closed. The car had not started for quite some time. I bet she was talking to Richard about my behavior. The engine started a bit later. I looked out the window and saw Mom pulling out of the driveway. Once they were down the street, I walked up to my room and began doing push-ups while listening to a video on the weak points in all people. Once I was done, I would write down everything I had learned and build my body to take advantage of those weak points.
-Mom’s car (night)
They both sat in the car. Her heart was hard pounding. Yet she was confused. Why was Ben getting upset over a stupid energy drink? She’ll buy him a new one later on. She sighed and rested her head on the steering wheel.
“I did not know what was wrong with Ben,” she told Richard, “he never got upset over like that. “
He touches her cheek before kissing her. Bonnie pulls away. Her heart raced as Richard tried again. She returned his kiss and pushed him back against the car door this time. She broke their kiss and looked at him.
“I had not wanted to say this,” sighed Richard, “but maybe he was just acting like a teenager should act. “
She rested her head on his shoulder.
“I was worried it was something else,” she said, “like he was being bullied or something. “
“You mean he hasn’t told you?” asked Richard, hiding an inward smile, “Oh man, that’s low. “
This piqued her interest as she looked Richard in the eye.
“What was it, Richard?” enquired Bonnie, “If you knew something about this, please tell me. “
“If Ben had not told you,” he said, putting up a fake front, “then it was not my place to say. “
Bonnie knew he had something to say and just needed the right motivation. She placed her hand on his lap. She felt her way up his leg to his sweet spot.
“What were you doing, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard said with fake shock, “and while we were still in the driveway?”
She placed a finger to his lips and unzipped his flew. Reaching her handed in and pulled out his flaccid three-inch dick.
“If you tell me what was happening to Ben,” she whispered huskily in his ear, “I’ll suck your cocked and think about other things that we could do together. “
She lowers her head to his lap and blows on his tip. She was causing it to twitch and grow. She placed her mouth around it and slightly bit it. She knew he liked that.
“Oh, do not stop,” moaned Richard, “I’ll tell you if you keep going. “
“Okay,” Bonnie said, agreeing to his terms.
She then pulled on his cocked with her mouth. Stretching it out before her eyes. It started to get hard as she licked his shaft slowly. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down a little to get more access.
She started licking his balls. Sucking one into her mouth as she moaned playfully for him. Stroking, his now semi-hard cocked intently with her right hand as the left one touched his t-shirt-clad chest. She then went to whole sucking his thick cocked now.
She was pushing it into her mouth and swallowing—something she only did for Jerry. Richard was the second man to see her naked and the first one to bring her to orgasm with just his mouth. Something Jerry had not done to her during their weekly sex schedule.
The windows started fogging up as she focused on getting him to cum. Her tongue coiled around his head.
“oh fuck,” Richard grunted, “yeah, that felt good. “
He was also the second man she gave a willing blowjob to. Jerry liked her deep-throating his dick when she got him hard for sex. Richard seemed to like it, too. This would be his second one. For some reason, she liked the taste of his cum. It was potent and thick for starters, but also sweet. Bonnie thought of peanut butter when he went. It filled her mouth and was hard to swallow at first.
She managed and then did something she never did to her husband after a blowjob. She kissed him deeply. Kissing Richard, in her mind, was starting to feel like kissing her husband. It was an instant jolt to her.
She helped him pull up his pants and sat up straight. She was fixing her appearance and smoothing her hair out.
“Now for your part of the deal,” she said, “what did you know? “
Richard leaned back in the seat. Both arms crossed behind his head.
“This asshole of a guy was bullying him,” lied Richard, “he got his money stolen from him, embarrassed in front of girls and other stuffed. I guessed it was because he never did anything when he bullied him. “
Bonnie’s eyes went wide. Her poor son Ben, how it hurt her to know that. She did have a clue that he was being picked on. But she thought he’d eventually come to her about it.
“I had to help him with that problem,” Richard boasted, “stand up for him. He looked up at me. “
She kissed him again, full force. Thank God her son had such a great friend to look out for him. He started to unbutton her shirt again; she wanted to fuck him almost. Her heart was racing. She did this in the car while her son could look out the window. Excited her, she started feeling that way since sixty-nining with Richard on her bed.
But sexual intercourse with Richard? It was something she wasn’t ready for. Plus, she had no condoms. Ben would have a new half-brother or sister if he shot inside her. She never got her tubes tied after Ben was born. She wanted more children. But Jerry decided against it and actively wore condoms during sex.
“Not now,” Bonnie said smiling, “when the moment arrives, I’ll let you know, okay?”
They broke their kissing, and she started the car. She passed through many different neighborhoods until they arrived at Richard’s Street. Bonnie could tell that his parents put a lot of time into their house. She parked the car next to their driveway. They pecked each other before getting out together. They walked side by side to his house.
As they approached the front door, a woman stepped onto the porch. From the light there, she looked a few years younger than Bonnie. She had long red hair that flowed down her back and wore an evening dress. She is five feet six inches tall and has D-cup breasts. Her waist is thirty-four inches, and her hips are thirty-eight inches. She is smoking hot. Her bright red hair and green eyes and wore black glasses.
“You must be Richard’s mom,” Bonnie said, “I’m Bonnie Cooper, Ben’s mom. I’m sorry for Richard’s lateness; he was at my house doing his homework with my son Ben. “
“That’s good,” she said, ushering Richard inside, “I just wished he’d learned to call or text me instead of making me worry. “
“She doesn’t look worried to me,” thought Bonnie, “then again, moms were all different. “
“Barbara dear,” said a man in the doorway holding a glass of whiskey, “your drink was getting cold in the living room.
The man then steps outside. He had grey sprinkling in his dark brown hair. His face was neatly shaven with the utmost care. He wore a rich man’s evening dress. It comprises dark slacks, a white dress shirt, and a vest. The sweater was opened with a few buttons, showing a muscular, oiled neckline.
“Darling,” said Mr. Parker to his wife, “who was this?”
“I’m sorry for interrupting your evening, my good man,” Bonnie said politely, “I went to drop Richard off at home and apologized for his lateness. “
“Oh,” said Mr. Parker, “Well, if introductions were needed, then let me introduce myself. I’m Jack Parker. Former war hero and family man. “
“This fine woman was my lovely wife, barbra parker,” continued Jack, “she’s a nurse working at a clinic. She made a mean meatloaf on Thursdays, let me tell you. Delicious as it was, I just liked her. “
After five minutes of talking and laughing with his parents, Bonnie said goodbye and returned to her car.
“Those were his parents,” she told herself, “They were adorable and trusting people. I could see where Richard got his manners from, and he looked. “
She giggled girlishly, thinking about that. Richard was only at her house for a few hours, and she already felt like this.
“he’s your son’s age, Bonnie Cooper,” she scolded herself, “You had a wonderful husband who loves you dearly and a son who would been disgusted if this continued. “
“I loved Jerry,” she told herself, “I should have never done what I did. I loved Jerry. I loved Jerry. I loved Jerry. I loved Richard. “
“I wanted to end it with him,” she thought to herself, “It was just a one-time thing, but he kept making it hard to say no. “
“For now,” she told herself, “this had to stay a secret for both my sake and his. ” She continued driving home in silence.
-home (night)
Mom went back a little after ten. She carried a small grocery bag in her left hand.
“Sorry for being so late, sweetie,” she said, taking off her shoes, “his parents were talking to me, and I lost track of time. “
She then sat down on the couch next to me. Then, she leaned her head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry if you were mad at me, Ben,” Mom said sadly, “I did not mean to make you upset; I just wanted to prove a point. If you helped out, you got rewarded for helping. Thus, I gave him your energy drink. “
She then handed me the small grocery bag. I opened it up and pulled out an energy drink. The same one she gave away to Richard.
“Do you forgive me?” she said pouting.
I hugged her and said, ” Thank you. She ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. She then got up and walked down the hall to change into her nightgown. She was coming out a few minutes later.
Everything Mom wore was priceless. She was a beautiful woman. Her shoulder-length hair flowed around her neck with every move. It was moments like this that I wished I could capture her likeness on film or paper.
Then, it was gone when she talked about Richard.
“I thought your father would like him,” she said.
I nodded my head. Dad would have loved him if he learned what Richard was doing to his wife and son. If I told Mom the truth, maybe she stopped Richard from coming over.
But my pride practically forced me not to do it. I needed to tell her before it was too late, but I also had this intense need to fight my battles.
“Mom,” I said, “we needed to talk. “Look, I’ve been having a”
“Hard time at school?” said Mom as if reading my thoughts, “I’m sorry if I had not known sooner. “
“How did you know?” I inquired, “Was I that easy to read?”
“No,” she said, “Richard told me. Said the guy was a real asshole to you and other stuffed. “
“Mom,” I tried to say, “Richard-“
“is such a great friend for standing up for you,” Mom said, cutting me off, “he said that’s the reason why you had not wanted me involved. “
“I thought I’d head to bed now,” Mom said, getting up, “you should too, Ben. “
“Yeah,” I sighed, “you’re right. “
Ultimately, I couldn’t tell her who was picking on me. It was not like she’d expected Richard to do that; nobody did. He got away with everything. He never left any marks when he hit me; everyone liked him. It made it seem like a lie on my end.
I went into my room, watched the new MMA fight, and practiced their movements. Dad wasn’t home, meaning it was my job to defend Mom’s honor until he returned. That night, I took a large bag of sand from the shed and began practicing doing a calf kick, just like in the video. I could feel my bones ache with each kick, but I knew that I would need to do this kick fifty times with each leg if I was not ready. Once I was done, I began throwing some hooks and punched myself with all my might in the gut and neck every so often to get used to the pain.
