Dominated by my son's bully (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

"Ms. Milf! You've got such a thick butt. I'd love to measure it sometime!"

"Oh my god, go to hell Richard!"

..

This was part of my daily life.
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Hi, my name is Catherine Smith and I'm a thirty-four year old mother, living in the suburbs of New York. I'm a single mother, having raised Henry, my son since I was sixteen years old. Yes, I had him young and his father was absolutely no help to me - having dumped me the second that he found out that I was pregnant. In the conservative neighborhood that we grew up on, it essentially made me into some sort of pariah. My parents, bless their hearts, helped me raise Henry while I got a full-time job at a local call center to support us. Thankfully, I managed to get by without my high school degree; moving up the corporate ladder until I became an assistant manager. This led to a bigger paycheck - enough that I could save and with the help of my parents, afford a home to start a new life in. Which led me to moving here, away from my hometown in Utah. Sure, I was now far away from my family, but I was also away from all those people who made my life a living hell by judging me whenever I so much as walked by their street. I truly felt as if I could start a new life here.

It was great too, but until I turned about twenty six years old. My breasts grew seemingly without stopping, and I was freaking out. It took a couple of tries to the doctor, but eventually they figured it out - I was having some crazy, late growth spurt. It was pure genetics and while I'm sure that most girls would find this a wonderful blessing, I often saw it as a curse. Granted, while no one at my job could say degrading things to my face, I did hear whispers whenever I walked by their cubicles. Performance began to slip as I couldn't properly coach any of them, with my workers becoming entranced by my chest, so performance began to slip - enough for higher ups to take notice. They couldn't fire me because of my body (unless they wanted a lawsuit on their hands), but they did want to make me go away. They were desperate to have me leave, that they gave me a great severance package - enough that I could invest it and have enough income to take care of Henry and be a stay at home mom.

My life wasn't perfect though. I constantly had to deal with harassment whenever I went out for groceries or anything that involved human contact - getting cat calls and howls from all sorts of perverts. The lewd attention I got from men wasn't such a bad thing until...Richard.

He was a boy about a year older than my son and while I'm not sure if puberty made him some sort of perverted monster, he was pretty much the worst man I had to deal in my life. When he turned eighteen, he wouldn't stop harassing me - maybe somehow thinking that as adult, he had a change with me. Seemingly no matter where I turned, he was there - calling me objectifying things in front of everyone.

For example, when he found me outside, tending to my yard:

"Ms. Milf? Can I call you Ms. ENORMOUS TITS? Seriously I'd love to weigh them sometime. What are they, like fifteen pounds?" he said, grinning at me before he licked his lips in a very creepy way. He was about to continue until I had enough and said:

"GET OUT RICHARD!"

Or when he found my Facebook:

https://i.imgur.com/NBZY8Z1.jpg?1
Catherine Smith: Just got back from my trip from Maine!
30 Likes

Julian Ranger: Welcome back!
Patricia Lu: How was it?
Richard: God those big titties are bigger than your head. If only your brain was a quarter their size.

It seemed that with time, his approaches to getting under my skin got more and more aggressive. He was almost like a stalker, obsessively following me all over social media and in person. I know what you're thinking - Catherine, why didn't you just call the cops? Because...they wouldn't take me seriously. It's not as if he physically touched me or anything; he always was on the border but never crossed it. Besides, I didn't do that because his parents were, for all intents and purposes, good people. I suppose that I justified his behavior a bit, but telling myself that he was just trying to be funny. That he must have had a hard time at school, and was venting it out, like most bullies do.

The worst began to happen when he found out that I had a part-time modeling gig online.

It was nothing major - just me selling calendars and the like with some revealing pictures on it; all under the pseudo-name Cathy Diamond. I didn't pose nude or do anything of the sort; I just dressed up in tight clothing and let the depravity of lonely guys do the rest. I made some good cash flow too...although I contemplated tearing it down when I saw that Richard had discovered it. I quickly banned him from the site when I saw his comment however:

https://i.imgur.com/oON1JNN.jpg?2

Comments:

Richard: "I know all we see is some big fat titty bimbo, but heard a rumor she got black girl booty. Any one got proof"

Richard : "I might try to find out for myself..."

He was the worst kind of pervert too.

Richard lived across the street and as my terrible luck would have it, his window was right across mine. What this meant was that whenever I saw woke up in the morning, I'd see him there, leaning out the window grinning at me. I'd always flip him off, angrily closing my blinds before carrying on with my day.

The point is that I never could seem to escape the leering eyes of the eighteen year old pervert. Despite this, I always let it slide - figuring that he'd be off to college soon and I could deal with the occasional whistle from this point on. But then...

"HENRY! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

My son showed up home, beaten up with a broken arm. Henry was in near tears, having been sent home by the school nurse who had bandaged him up. While I consoled my son and led him to his room to rest, I already knew who did this.

Richard.​

With a huff, I left my house - completely neglecting the fact that I was in my modeling clothes. I was going to deal with his parents and him - removing him from both my son's life and my own, once and for all.

 

[DerrickStud]

Picture sent to Catherine Smith's phone

https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e7/61/e1/e761e11eba4db3fea863078deedda456.jpg

I rushed home from school, my legs killing me as pedal as fast as my bike could take. Nearly got clipped by some stupid soccer mom. I ditched the bike in the driveway, my parents were gone for the weekend and had the house to myself.

More importantly I had free reign to jerk off to my big tit'ed, nay my enormous tit'ed neighbor. I take one last look at my phone and shout “ON TIME” as I pound my ripped chest, proud that I had made it in time to spy on her doing her modeling job.

I licked my lips thinking of those tits squeezed into another skimpy barely there outfit, as walked into the house ditching my clothing as marched dick first to best sit in the house. There I caught her in white top and black pants. Looks bit loose and baggy from where I sat, maybe she was going to do bikini modeling for once. Last month suggest she do it as stood over here fence

I never understood why am so fascinated and obsessed with her. I dated girls my own age and have had couple older ones, but is Milk Maid Cathy that runs through my mind. Even my speech is different around her. I think its pheromone thing. Shes just built to be objectified by men

I take my sit position it at the window, slick up my pole as she does her make up, she does quick glance at my bedroom window. I made sure she knows which one is mine and that I look at her out of it, however that isn't the one for this act. Couple cat calls and she completely forgot the house has other rooms with windows, that look in at her.

I get a good rhythm going before she disappears inside the house. Next thing I know she is storming out the back door, in model clothing large tits bouncing in her top and her pants though hug hips a lot better then first thought, as she screams my name.

Even as she disappears to the front I keep my position and listen to her voice as work my pole. Barely caring that I forgot to lock the front door

 

[DeepBlue89]

I walked out of my place, completely unaware of the fact that I was walking out in these clothes. A white top and loose black pants - my stomach partly exposed in these loose clothes. I did have a bikini underneath, having gotten this idea from one of the many times that Richard harassed me from across the street. I hated that idiot eighteen year old, sure, but it didn't mean that I could use one of his ideas for my own personal gain. Sure, it felt incredibly uncomfortable, having my huge breasts underneath the fabric of a bikini, but thankfully the loose white top I had covered that up nicely. That said, the realization hadn't dawned on me until I began to knock on his door, my hands curled up to a fist as I knocked on his front door loudly...

-- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK --​

I took out my phone and saw that Richard had texted me another picture of himself again. I had no idea how he managed to get my phone number, or how he was able to disguise his own, after I've blocked him numerous times. But as always, I deleted whatever he sent me and blocked him...UGH why was he doing this to me? This pervert wouldn't ever leave me alone and now, from what it looked like, he was using my son to get underneath my skin...it was completely and utterly unforgivable.

-- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK --​

My hand went to the door knob, opening it up as I made my way inside.

"Misses and mister West?! I need to speak to you about your son!" I called out, although no one seemed to be home.

 

[DerrickStud]

My brain quickly thinking of what I should do next. My mother hates your very existence, she is more obsessed about your tits then me. Maybe cause she flat as board lawyer who is afraid her trophy husband meant start going for the good stuff.

I get up making noise in my mother's study. You know my father uses it when he is trying to write his novel. I focus on my voice and but my hand up to muffle it bit more.

"Up here Cath" I squeak out hoping the door and my hand did it enough to make it sound like my father not myself.

I waddle over to my pants, still working my dick hoping beyond hope that you don't start running for hills thinking its my mom trying to trap you. She's already tried to get you to move once and if wasn't for me hiding your little modeling gig she meant have been successful. However with you breaking in she would gladly get you thrown in jail.

Through do wonder why you got brave and came over. You only check my bedroom window and ignore all the others.

 

[DeepBlue89]

Heading upstairs, I began to wonder why the Mr. West simply didn't head downstairs. I scoffed, thinking to myself that he was working on his novel that he was never going to publish. Well, at least I could thank my lucky stars that it was him and not Ms. West that was home - she was a complete jerk with me. Apparently she felt that I was suspicious for being a single mother and able to afford a home here. It was something that she felt so strongly about that she brought it over during a homeowner association meeting; thankfully, everyone else was just as baffled as I was and she left that night red with embarrassment.

I chuckled at the thought, before snapping back to reality and remembering just why I was in their home.

"Mr. West? You in here?" I said out loud, heading towards the study and slowly opened the door. I slowly walked in, my shoes clicking against the wooden floor. "We really need to talk about - "

 

[DerrickStud]

I smile as the chair rotates around, revealing my naked glory. My cock glistening in the afternoon light. Smile on my face, and my hand on my dick as the look of horror goes on Ms Tits face as she just small part of my plan.

I let out lustful moan as get close up look with her outfit. The clothes would look like two sacks stitched on another woman. But the cartoonish curves of my milk maid filled them out.

"Well hello there Ms. Smith" I let go of my cock let the precum covered dick smack my abs. Rubbing in the lube on my chest "What do we need to talk about?"

Guess she found a way to shrink her brain if she really thought talking to my dad was going to do anything besides pissing off my mom.

"Come get comfortable next to me" I pat the seat next to me

 

[DeepBlue89]

"OH GOD, oh god, oh god..."

I stumbled back, covering my eyes as the sight of Richard naked covered my eyes. That sick bastard! He baited me here, just to expose his huge cock in front of me! I nearly fell over as I walked a few steps backwards, shouting as I looked away. I was about to swear, but realized that I couldn't really do that - I needed to show that I was the mature one here! Where...Where the hell were his parents?

I ignored Richard completely, instead called out from the top of my lungs:

"MR WEST! MRS WEST! COME HERE PLEASE!"

Of course, I had no clue that I was here alone with their perverted son!

 

[DerrickStud]

I get off the chair, my phone in hand recording the emotional pleas as Ms MILF shirking for help that is hundreds of kilometers away. As she in hales to shout again I can't help stare at her chest as bounces up and down. I know I caught you in middle r of your modeling but you usually still wear one of those over engineered bras holding tits in place.

Use you your need to run away from to my advantage and cut off your access to the door. You continue to trip and scream out for my dad, as turn off the recording.

"You really should stop screaming. Any louder and someone meant call the cops on you. And am sure you wouldn't want to explain why your dressed to seduce man after breaking into a house to the cops." I mock you, as plan is coming off better then I could dream.

"However I think my mom would be tougher on you then they would." I start to corral you towards the nearby couch, your own inability to focus causing to take step after step back to were I want

"Whats that name she called you at the neighborhood BBQ? Milk cow Cathy? Disgusting name born of jealous don't you agree" Feign acting that I don't know last time you and my mom had dust up. It be kinda hard to forget as cops were called to keep her under control after couple bottles of wine. You trip onto the couch finally ending screaming

"I think Milk Maid Catherine fits you better" I watch as tits come to life from short fall, can see the discomfort in face from your clothing. It actually makes you forget for second that am here.

"Now my parents are at the cottage. If you want you can the take gamble of getting my father on the phone" I unlock my phone and hit the contact info

"But we both know my mom won't be so kind to you for ruining her weekend cause you can't get a booty call while dress like a slut" Hold the phone out to you. I have to place my hand back on my cock, it working on auto pilot this close to Texas size tits. Working to ensure not one drop of my man juice lands on her. Once you realizes that my dad is out of the question, am sure you will try the cops. Even through am naked and was caught in the act it isn't illegal for me to jerk off in my home.

Even if you push your luck on it, you'd still have to face my mother in her home turf and the BBQ incident is enough evidence that the other women in the neighborhood can't stand Cannons Cathy. Even though what you were wearing to what amounted to a sweater at the time. The cops still gave you wearing after most of the housewives claimed you were indecent.