Tony had finished his after-school ritual of 50 sit-ups and 50 push-ups, he was preparing for the marines just he needed to finish one last month of high school. It was hot already by this time of year and when he was finished he sat in the upholstered chair in his room, skin sticking to it as he cracked open one of Jeff’s beers. Jeff kept the place a dim-lit, quiet home but dwelt only in his room at the top of the stairs. Tony had the run of the place.
Tony was airing out, black hair pulled back and held together with the sweat from his exercise, yet he pulled up the phone and made the call. He pressed the beer against his head, it’s cold perspiration melting with his own, as he waited annoyed at the ringing. Who didn’t use text messages in this day, he thought.
She answered.
“I’m coming over,” he said cooly, resting the beer between his legs nestled tight against the white underwear, “I don’t care what you do with him.” Then, emphatically like the man of the house: “just be ready for me.”
It was the end of the year and the students graduating had the run of the place. They were all too old to be told what to do and guys like Tony needed to be told what to do. Tommy had become his target. Where Tony was strong Tommy was smart, Tony tall and charismatic with Tommy representing everything Tony hated. Tony had done everything, worked past everything, but Tommy was going to have the good life given to him because he could pass tests good.
It had been simple, a remark in a class or the hall but it had turned to something else and ended with the two of them in Tommy’s house. Tommy’s mother stepped in all cascading blonde hair in an office skirt.
Tony noticed something in how she responded to him, she sent Tommy to his room and moved closer to the bully. It was then he noticed her age, up close he saw the layers of make-up to hide a few lines, red lipstick covering lips no longer pert for pouting, but those breasts gave the image, from the other side of the room, that she was the young career woman she projected.
“I know how to deal with boys like you,” she said, “a deal.”
She kicked off her heels and pulled his hand under her blazer, over the blouse and let them rest on her breast, nipple firmly pointing up like she was winning somehow. Her other hand moved slowly to his basketball shorts where he was starting to rise. It was too warm, she pulled up her skirt a little and got on her knees, her pantyhose digging into her legs as they pressed against the linoleum.
“No more trouble with Tommy,” she said as she pulled down the shorts darting a quick smile at the sigh of the thick cock she immediately forced down back into a pout.
Tony didn’t know what to do, it was sudden yet natural, his first older woman and she didn’t play around. His arms held her head, fingers coiled in her layered hair holding her to the business at hand as her lipstick smudged on cracked lips wet from saliva starting to drain from her mouth eventually landing on her blouse.
Tommy’s mom couldn’t understand what had come over her. Eyes watering as she coughed and choked back on Tony’s cock, it felt good to be in this position.
Tony gripped the highlighted hair and pulled her back, she sucked in a deep breath and looked up with her make-up running down her face. His hands went under her armpits and lifted her onto the sink counter in one move, the movement by a man something she hadn’t felt in a long time, and he pulled up her skirt to reveal her white, cotton panties.
Tony’s hand found it’s way beneath them, nub of his finger rubbing her while his other arm wrapped behind her and held her up almost in an embrace. The mom held her arms around him hoping not to fall into the sink, glad there weren’t any dishes in it, and looking up at the man as he played with her, another to add to the list of things not experienced in a long time.
“The deal isn’t once, it isn’t just a blowjob,” he said, her lips pulling back in agony of bursting out in a moan while her son was home, eyes looking up from shattered makeup at Tony. Her hands gripped the counter as she shuddered, the bully had some effect on her, in how he looked at her, another for that list.
“I’ll do anything,” she said softly feeling his rub slow down, deeper as his hand was now covered in her wet, his glistening hand pulled back and cupped his cock, she tore the panties and slid them aside and he entered her, the pressure and warmth of a man entering her.
She felt him, closed her eyes as something moved deep inside of her, something warm and welcomed before he tossed her on the counter belly-first punching into her, hands squeezing the counter she’d need to put dinner on shortly. No they’d order a pizza tonight, she needed a glass of wine after this.
“I came,” he said pulling out of her, she was drunk already but was astonished as she turned around and he was taking pictures of her with his phone, pictures of his semen slowly dripping from her pussy peaking out between spanked-red ass, she didn’t remember that happening, something in the pit of her stomach hurt realizing what she had done, something horrible she had done that was already eating away at her and making her sick as the bully washed his hands in the sink and began to clean himself in her family’s kitchen.
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