**DISCLAIMER:**
*I’m an adult and this story is intended solely for other adults to enjoy. The contents of this post are purely fantasy.*
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Ever since I’d first met him in grade-school, bullying Tyler McFarlane had been my favourite pass-time — *besides football and watching porn, that is.* You could have called it my ‘hobby’. Each and every morning, when I walked through the entrance of our high-school, I knew I’d been provided by the universe with another unique opportunity to torment Tyler. And I never let one of those go to waste…
*…But of course, nothing good can last forever.* Eventually, I simply grew bored with the whole endeavour. Tyler had become too resigned to his fate, I suppose, in a way that made further ridicule seem like it’d be less satisfying. At this point, I’d started to wonder if bullying Tyler had become diminishing returns. And besides, it was grade twelve already and I had better things to be spending my time doing: like *attending parties,* mostly. Which brings me to my story.
*So…* One Saturday night in May, my friends and I were trying to figure out where we wanted to go drink. Then, my buddy tells me something *very* interesting: “Hey man, did you know Tyler is having a party tonight? I think it’s, like, his birthday or some shit.” I could tell from the look in my friends eyes that he was thinking the same thing I was: *We were going to crash the party…*
…But then, when we showed up at Tyler’s house, we discovered that everyone else was already getting about to leave. Apparently Tyler couldn’t hold his liquor very well, and after drinking a handful of beers, he passed out early on the couch. One person told me it’d only taken him about an hour to hit his limit… When we went inside the house, we saw Tyler sleeping on the couch. Everyone else was standing around sober, talking about where to go next. My buddy left with everyone else, because they’d settled upon a party across town. It was still early, maybe like ten o’clock.
I stayed behind, though. I’d seen Tyler’s mother walking around cleaning up the few empty cans of beer that had managed to be drunk in that short time, and I decided to offer her a hand. The last time she’d seen my face, I had barely reached puberty. I don’t think it’d be fair to blame her for not recognizing me right away. It only took about fifteen minutes to clean everything up. After that, she asked me if I had a ride or if I needed somewhere to stay the night.
I told her that I had a ride, but that it wouldn’t be here for a while. So, Tyler’s mother offered me a “night cap” while I waited. I accepted. We ended up drinking together in their kitchen for hours. When my friend texted me and asked me if I still needed a ride, I said no. Tyler’s mom — who I now knew as Mary — agreed that we’d have another glass each, then go to bed. They had a guest bedroom beside the garage and Mary told me I could spend the night there. But, we didn’t end up stopping after that glass. We didn’t finish until it was one in the morning.
At one point, Tyler woke up from the couch and started sluggishly walking up to his bedroom. He walked right past the kitchen, without even looking sideways to notice me.
Around midnight, Mary had brought up the topic of Tyler’s bully. I listened to her talk, my expression neutral. And when she was finished speaking, I told Tyler’s mother who I was. She looked shocked — but mostly, her face looked confused and conflicted. She quickly told me that it was “time we went to bed”, and that her and I “shouldn’t have drunk so much”.
Mary showed me the guest room, then had me promise that I’d catch a taxi home before anyone else in the house woke up. I agreed. Then, she said “good night” — still sounding uncertain about herself — then went upstairs to her bedroom without saying another word.
Before retiring to sleep on the McFarlane’s guest bed, I stopped to take a quick piss in the near-by bathroom. Considering how much I’d drank while flirting with Tyler’s naive mother, it was well-earned. But I was pretty wasted, so it took me a moment, y’know. I forgot to fully close the door behind me, too. *Oh well.* I pulled my thick, eight inch cock out of my jeans and let it hang down to my knees, while I slowly got ready to urinate…
…And that’s when I spotted Mary watching me through the narrow crack in the door. She’d changed into a dressing-gown while upstairs, evidently. And her eyes were bulging out of their sockets. The sight of my monstrous cock shocked the poor woman so much, she forgot to keep the front of her gown closed. I could see the narrow valley between her large, pendulous breasts; not to mention, the hint of a little nipple. Tyler’s mother had some of the nicest tits I’d ever seen on a woman her age.
This made my cock visibly throb, causing it to bounce slightly in the air, as if attached to a puppet-string held by maniac.
I reached toward the door and opened it slightly, so Tyler’s bewildered mother could be sure of what she was seeing. Mary didn’t turn around and leave, but she also didn’t say a word; she simple stood there, staring at me slack jawed, with the gap in the front of her dressing-gown growing larger every second.
Still, she said *nothing…* So, I joked about being “too drunk to piss straight”, then I told Mary that if “she didn’t want to clean up after me in the morning”, she should “lend me a hand and aim my cock for me.” She suddenly managed to look away from my manhood. When Mary looked back, I saw her feet moving toward the door, as if operating independently from the rest of her body.
Once Mary was inside, I closed the bathroom door behind her. Then, without her saying a word to me, I silently guided Mary’s hand toward my swollen cock. The way she held it, you’d think it was a deadly snake, or some kind of potentially lethal weapon. Once I’d placed her palm on my shaft, she didn’t remove it; but, it took Tyler’s mom a long time to be brave enough to wrap her fingers around it. When she’d finally felt my entire girth of my cock in her small hand, I heard Mary let of a little gasp of surprise. “Just hold on to it”, I told her. “It won’t bite. Just point it straight down.”
While I pissed, I watched Mary’s facial expression. It didn’t change. She looked straight down at my cock, unblinking. Even when I started using my free hands to pull her dressing-gown off of her shoulders, Mary continued to stare. It was as if she didn’t know what my cock night do if she’d look away, even for a single moment. Under the dressing-gown, Tyler’s mother wasn’t wearing panties. *(I assume because they’d gotten uncomfortably wet while we had been drinking and flirting back and forth.)*
After I finished pissing, Mary just stood there, unmoving — now naked, with her gown coiled around her feet — but, she continued to hold onto my shaft. That’s when I felt her fingers grip onto my shaft a little tighter, responding to the way it surged with blood, swelling until her small hand could barely contain it.
I asked Tyler’s mother if my cock was bigger than Tyler’s father’s. She nodded, still staring down at it in silent awe. I told her that if she wanted to see how big it could get, she’d have to *stroke it*, instead of just *hold it*. Nervously, Mary began to jack me off.
I cupped my hands under her massive tits and began sucking on her nipples, the way Tyler used to. Mary kept jacking me off while I savoured her tits, her grasp around my shaft getting tighter the harder my cock became; except now, Tyler’s mother was holding my cock dangerously close to her cunt, spreading my pre-cum over her pubic hair. I hadn’t seen Mary touch herself yet, but already, the bathroom was filled with the scent of her needy cunt. I could see one thin rivulet of wetness leaking from her pink lips, down her bare legs, toward the tiled floor below…
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