with sons bully (1female)

[goaly08]

Pat Jones
18, 5 foot 9, muscular physique, tight ass, 10 inch cock, ice blue eyes, dirty blond hair, slightly tan.

Its early Saterday morning, and Pat was pumping weights in the gym. He had been working out for the past 30 minutes trying to build more muscle. pat did one last rep, before dropping his weight to the floor. pat had a quick shower, and pulled a pair of cargo shorts and a sleeveless shirt. As he walked out, Pat saw girls checking him out. Pat smiled to himself. He was a young stud, bringing home woman almost every night. Most woman would come back for more, since he was so good in bed.

Pat was captain of his highschool football team and real popular with most of the other students, but also bullied other kids including your son. all year he had bullied him, getting him to do his homework, get money from him plus other stuff. one day had left school early and saw you picking your son up and couldnt believe what he saw. from that day he hatched a plan to try and get you. he start to talk to your son, making a deal with him. he does what he say and he would stop bullying him beating on him.

That is how it came to me starting to come over to your house. almost dayly im over not even wanting to be around your son. mainly there to be around you. even helping you from time to time around the house. acouple monthes have passed and you and your husband have gotten used to me being around, even liking me. you getting used to seeing me checking you out nowing its normal. your so comfortable with me that acting and dressing certain ways around me dont bother you. always welcome over whether sons home or not. him always trying to figure out what it is i could be up to.

which brings up back to me leaving the gym. i jump on my bike my dad bought me for doing so well in football and drive around as i head home. eventually turning onto our street. you living only few doors down from me. coming up to your house i figured id stop over, specially sense i know your son is on an over night trip with your husband. i pull into your driveway and turn my bike off. the garage closed so no clue if your home or up yet. i walk up to the front door and nock on hoping your home and wonder what she could be wearing today.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

I saw him walk up to the door and he didnt even have to ring the bell. He knocked once and the door oprned as if his knock had pushed it open. His young strong body could have pushed uit ipen if it were locked!

I greeted him and invited him in. He knew that Frank and Ji,my were off on a father-son thing for the church, but in he camer and we sat at the kitchen table.

I asked if he would like a drink, knowing he liked coke or 7-up, but I was going to have a glass of wine so I poured two.

Setting mine on tbe table, I stumbled accidentally on purpose, and poured his in his lap. He stood the there with a big wet spot on his shorts, and it looked as if he had peed his pants. Maybe he did in shock, but I offerred to run them thru the washer and dryer.

He hesitated as I told him I had seen young boys before and he neednt be embarassed. Her dropped his shorts and of course his underpants were wet too0.

"We cant have that. I'll wash them too", I sasid and of course his yound taut body would never be able to wersar one of my husband's huge pants, nior the small ones Jimmy had.

I smiled asnd asked if he would be more comfortable if I took mine off too and pushed my own shorts to the floor and stood there wearing only my bikini panties, and told him they were wet too.

I reached out and pulled his underpants down, and then asked him to do that for me and there he was on his knees and my blond bush was right in his face.

I murnmurred that I had heard him telling Jimmy about all the girls at school that he had been with, and wanted him for myself.

Stepping forwsrd I told him to kiss me where it counted, and then we could take care of our wet clothes.