This story takes place before cell phones were commonplace and everyone was using their cameras on the phones to record everything. So I didn’t have any evidence of the bullying.
Billy was five years old when my husband was killed, and I became a single, twenty-five-year-old mom.
Billy had been a Mama’s boy even before my husband died. After his death, it just got worse. The only place he would go without me was to school.
After my husband,d I never really got serious about another guy until years later. Sure, I dated and hooked up with guys just for sex, but I never brought any of them home.
As time went by, Billy just became more and more of a Mama’s boy. He didn’t have many friends. In high school, things just got worse. He would come from school almost every day with a bloody lip and torn clothes.
When I asked him what happened, he would always say he fell down on the way home from school. At first, I didn’t question it because he was kind of clumsy.
One day when Billy was sixteen, he came home with a bloody lip, and his clothes were all torn up worse than ever. Again, I asked him what happened, and again, the same lie.
One of the boys I knew who was in Billy’s class, Jason, was at the grocery store one day with his mother, and I asked him if he knew what was going on with Billy. He told me a bully was beating him up.
I asked Jason why the school didn’t do anything about it. He told me because Billy wouldn’t report him. He was too scared. I told Jason I would have a talk with Billy when I got home, and then the two of us would have a talk with the school principal.
When I tried to talk to Billy about it, he begged me not to say anything to the principal because it would only make it worse. He told me he could take it, and he only had two years left of it to endure before he graduated.
I agreed not to say anything to the school. I did talk to Jason to find out the bully’s name. Once I had his name, I Googled him. I even found an app on my phone where I could find his cellphone number.
I called him and introduced myself and said I would like to talk to him and figure out a way so he would stop bullying my Billy. He told me we could talk about it, and I gave him my home address, and he came right over.
When he came over, he rang my doorbell, and I invited him in. He was six feet tall, weighed about two hundred pounds, and had dark hair and the start of a mustache. If he wasn’t my boy’s bully, I could have found him cute.
I asked him to have a seat. He remained standing and said our conversation would be a short one. I got right to the point and asked him why he was bullying my Billy.
When I called him ‘my Billy,’ he thought it was funny. He told me he bullied Billy because he wouldn’t fight back. I explained about Billy’s father dying when Billy was only five and about him not having a male influence in his life.
Frank gave me a nasty look and said, “Oh, cry me a river! I don’t give a shit!”
I asked him, “Ok, how much will it cost me for you to leave Billy alone?”
Frank said, “Let me understand you; you’re offering to pay me to stop beating up Billy.”
I told him, “Yes, how much do you want?”
He gave me a nasty grin and said, “I didn’t want your money.”
I asked, “How about a car then? We can go down to the car lot, and you can pick out any car you want.”
He told me, “I already have a car. And my parents are rich and buy me whatever I want.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. I didn’t have anything else to offer. At least I thought I didn’t.
Frank said, “You know, Amy. Can I call you Amy?”
He didn’t wait for a response before speaking again. “You are very attractive.”
It had been a couple of years since I had been on a date or with a man, and I had let myself go. I tipped the scales at a little over two hundred pounds.
When he saw me blush, he said, “Yeah, I bet you don’t get many men telling you that, do you?”
Again, he didn’t wait for an answer from me before speaking again. “Well, I love big women, Amy. So I’ll tell you what. You want me to leave Billy alone? How about you get on your knees for me?”
I was seeing red. I said absolutely not! Get out of here, now!”
He told me, “Ok, I’ll just hurt Billy worse than before. I’ll make sure to tell him you could have prevented it.”
He then turned and headed for the door. I told him, “Stop!”
When he turned around, I was on my knees. I asked him, “What do you want?”
It was a stupid question, I know. I mean, why would any sixteen-year-old boy tell a woman he just told was attractive to get on their knees?
He walked up to me and smiled at me and said, “Take my cock out and suck it.”
I begged him, “Please, isn’t there something, anything else I can do instead?”
His hand shot out in a flash and was around my jaw, squeezing it like a vice. He told me, “You do as I say or I’ll make little Billy’s life a living hell, understand?!”
His grip was so tight on my jaw that I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head that I understood.
When he let go of my jaw, I reached up and started undoing his belt and the button on his pants. I pushed his pants and underwear to his feet.
I couldn’t believe how big his cock was for such a young boy. His was bigger soft than my husband’s, or any other man I had been with was hard.
I just kneeled there crying, staring at it. Frank told me, “It’s not going to suck itself.”
When I reached out to take it in my hand, Frank told me, “No hands.”
I immediately released his cock. Frank spread his legs so I could maneuver my head between them and the head of his cock into my mouth. Once I had the head in my mouth, he started to grow.
The head ballooned up my mouth. Then it seemed to take just a split second, and he was fully erect. As I started to take more of his cock down my throat, Frank reached back and ran his hand over my jean-covered ass.
He gave it a little love slap and said, “I can’t wait to fuck this.”
I tried to pull my mouth off his cock, but he was so thick I had to grab it with both hands and pull it out of my mouth. I told him, “I don’t think so. You said if I sucked your cock you would leave Billy alone.”
Frank said, “I said nothing of the kind. This blowjob only buys him two days of me not hurting him. Your pussy or ass will buy you four days each.”
He then said, “Now suck me and make me cum so I can go home.”
I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him. It actually felt good to have a cock in my mouth again, especially one so big. I sucked on his cock until I made him cum, and I swallowed every last delicious drop. But I didn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know I enjoyed it.
I knew his cock would be a tight fit in my pussy, but I knew that anal would be painful. My husband and I had tried anal once when we first started, and I couldn’t handle it, and we never brought the subject up again, and Frank was a lot bigger than my husband.
Oh, the things a mother does for the sake of her children.
