A Mother's Choice Pt. 2

When I woke up the following day, my legs were numb and bruised, evident signs of my training. Part of me wanted to stay in bed and sleep. It was a Saturday, after all, but as soon as the thought crossed my mind, the words Richard said to me yesterday crossed my mind. "Your Mom likes me; that means you'll be seeing me over A LOT." Those words echoed within me as my mind wandered to him slapping my Mom's ass and, more importantly, her reaction. I knew for a fact she seemed to like it.

Rage built up within me as I grabbed the large bag of rice I was training with yesterday and began training again. With each practice kick, I could feel my muscles responding and marveled at my potential. It was true that my physicality often surprised people. My build, reminiscent of a baseball team member, contrasted sharply with my gentle demeanor. My Mom had always emphasized the importance of kindness and compassion, traits that seemed at odds with my muscular physique.

But now, as I stood in front of that mirror, examining my battered legs and feeling the determination surging within me, I understood that sometimes, kindness had to be paired with strength. It wasn't about becoming a bully like Richard but finding the inner fortitude to stand up against injustice and protect the people we cared about.

I pushed myself harder, knowing that my chosen path would require more than physical strength. It would demand resilience, courage, and a deep conviction in doing what was right. As I continued to train, I whispered to myself, "I can do this. I won't let Richard walk over me any longer." The fire in my eyes reflected a newfound determination, and I knew that this journey would change my physicality and the core of who I was.

After a good hour of the workout, I went to open my window to air out my room. I looked outside and saw Richard's car and scoffed, knowing he was probably here trying to hit on my Mom again. My body moved on its own as I dressed and quickly walked downstairs to confront the visitor.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of suspicion as I entered the dining room. Richard's disoriented appearance and the strange sounds coming from under the table raised my curiosity and concern. I took a few steps closer, my gaze fixed on him as he struggled to sit up straight.

His annoyed look didn't fool me; I knew something was amiss. "What's going on, Richard?" I asked, my voice steady but tinged with a hint of skepticism.

He cleared his throat, an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air. "Your mom stepped out for a bit," he replied, his irritation thinly veiled. "She had an urgent call from the office and said she'll be back soon."

I glanced around the room, my senses on high alert. It was as though the room held its breath, waiting for me to uncover the truth. The thud from under the table had not escaped my notice, nor did the table covering, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. "Is everything okay?" I pressed, my eyes narrowing as I searched for any signs of deception in his demeanor.

Richard's unease was palpable, and I knew this unexpected encounter might reveal more than I had initially anticipated. With every passing moment, my resolve to protect my Mom and end Richard's bullying grew stronger.

As I stood there, eyeing Richard's discomfort and the mysterious sounds beneath the table, a mix of emotions swirled within me. The memory of his bullying tactics and my determination to stand up to him clashed with my concern for my Mom's well-being. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously amiss, and Richard's explanation didn't sit right with me.

With a cautious step forward, I asked, "Richard, are you sure everything is okay with my Mom? She didn't sound sick or distressed, did she?"

Richard's eyes darted around the room, avoiding my gaze. "No, no, she seemed fine," he muttered, his voice unsteady. "Just a work emergency, you know how it goes."

The tension in the room was thick, and I felt an urgency to uncover the truth. My instincts told me that there was more to this situation than met the eye. I took another step toward the table, my heart pounding in my chest, and said firmly, "I think I'll wait for her. It won't take long, will it?"

Richard's jaw tightened, and his annoyance was now tinged with frustration. He mumbled something under his breath before reluctantly nodding. "Fine, suit yourself."

As I stood there waiting for my Mom's return, my mind raced with thoughts and possibilities. Something was definitely off, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it, no matter what it took. My resolve to protect my Mom and confront Richard had never been stronger, and this unexpected encounter was just the beginning of a journey that would test my courage and determination like never before.

I heard a bang from under the table again and tried to investigate. Only to get snarled at by Richard. "Get the fuck out of my sight!" he hissed. Instead of leaving, I walked closer to him and looked him dead in the eyes. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" I said with the rage that had been boiling within me for a year. Before I could act, there was a knock at the door, and immediately, I knew it was Dad. I glanced over at Richard once again before leaving for the front door. Once I turned the corner, I peeked back over to see what he did once I left.

My heart sank as I watched my Mom emerge from beneath the table, her face flushed and her actions betraying a secret that left me in shock. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed, and the words that escaped her lips only deepened my confusion.

"That was close," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I think we should stop. It's not right."

My mind raced, trying to process the surreal scene unfolding before me. The puzzle pieces were beginning to come together, but the picture they painted was something I never expected. My Mom, who had always been a pillar of strength and integrity, seemed to be entangled in something that went against everything she had taught me.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the pounding of my heart. I struggled to find the right words, torn between confronting my Mom about her actions and seeking an explanation for her behavior. It was a moment that demanded clarity, honesty, and a resolution that would change the dynamics of our family forever.

My father's unexpected arrival with a large cake and his infectious smile momentarily pushed aside the troubling thoughts about my Mom's behavior. As I stood by the open door, I couldn't help but return his smile, even if it was laced with a hint of confusion.

"Hey, Dad," I replied, my voice filled with gratitude despite the turmoil within. "Thanks, but my birthday isn't until next week."

He chuckled, giving me an affectionate pat on the shoulder. "I know, I know," he said, his tone playful. "But I thought we could celebrate a little early since I have that month-long business trip in Japan. Plus, I missed you guys."

My dad was always traveling, and his return was always a cause for celebration. I welcomed him inside, doing my best to hide my pain, the smell of the cake filling the hallway with a sweet aroma. It was impossible to stay upset in the presence of my goofy, loving father. He called out for Mom to meet up with us in the living room as he took off his business shoes and slipped into some sandals.

As we gathered in the living room, my dad regaled us with stories of his travels, and the tension from earlier began to dissipate. I decided to put aside my concerns about my Mom for now, opting to enjoy this unexpected family reunion and celebrate my early birthday with the people I loved most.

Little did I know that the truth about my Mom's actions and the confrontation with Richard was still looming on the horizon, waiting to be addressed.

When Dad saw Richard, he immediately punched me on the shoulder and laughed. It only took minutes before he and Richard were friends, as they both loved football and even liked the same team.

As the day went on, I found myself caught between the joy of my father's return and the weight of the secret I held about my Mom's strange behavior. I couldn't help but steal glances at her occasionally, wondering if she would reveal anything or if the guilt would become too much for her to bear.

My dad's presence was a welcome distraction, and it provided an opportunity for our family to bond and reconnect. We shared stories, laughter, and, of course, cake, temporarily setting aside the growing tension that had been plaguing our household. Richard left around noon, leaving just me and my family for the rest of the day.

But as the day drew to a close and my dad retired to his room, I found myself alone with my Mom in the kitchen. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, and I knew that it was time to address the elephant in the room.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation, and finally mustered the courage to speak. "Mom, we need to talk about what happened earlier," I said, my voice firm but filled with concern.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with mixed emotions—guilt, shame, and a hint of fear. It was a conversation neither of us could avoid any longer, and the truth, no matter how painful, needed to come to light.

My mom's gaze dropped to the floor as she avoided eye contact, clearly struggling to address the situation. The tension in the room grew palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her, knowing that this conversation would be complicated.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke, her voice quivering with a mixture of remorse and shame. "I know you must be confused and disappointed, sweetheart," she began, her words hesitant. "What you saw earlier... It's not what it looks like."

I leaned in closer, my concern deepening. "Mom, I just want to understand. Please, tell me what's going on," I urged, my voice softening with compassion.

She took a deep breath and began recounting the day's events, explaining how she had been **** into a situation she never wanted to be in. The truth slowly unfolded, revealing that Richard had taken photos of her in a compromising position before threatening to share the pictures with others unless she pleasured him—a complex web of manipulation and vulnerability ensnared her.

As I listened, a mix of emotions washed over me—anger at Richard for exploiting my mom's vulnerability, empathy for her predicament, and a fierce determination to protect her and end the toxicity that had infiltrated our lives.

Each word she shared made it clear that our family faced challenges far more significant than I had ever imagined. But I also knew that we would find a way to confront the truth, heal our wounds, and emerge stronger as a family. The road ahead would be difficult, but the first step had been taken, and we were ready to face whatever lay on.

I looked into my Mom's eyes and saw the turmoil within her. Her vulnerability was painfully evident, and I couldn't bear to see her suffer like this any longer. I knew I had to be there for her, just as she had always been there for me.

"Mom, how can I help you deal with these feelings you have?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine concern.

My Mom looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears that she had been holding back for too long. She squeezed my hand gently, saying, "Sweetheart, just having your support means the world to me. But there's something you can do. Please help me through this without judgment."

I nodded, my determination to stand by her side growing stronger. "Of course, Mom. We'll face this together as a family. And I promise I'll do whatever it takes to ensure your well-being and protect you from harm." She nodded, then stood up to walk away. At that moment, I noticed she was still wearing that wristband and asked her to remove it.

She looked at her wristband and slowly took it off. "Honey, please don't tell your father about all this. I want to wait until I am better before telling him." Mom said, and I nodded, knowing this had probably been eating her up inside.

Soon enough, Mom followed Dad up to their room while I sat on the couch pondering what happened. There weren't words to describe my fury as I took out my phone and looked up Richard's Dad. Soon enough, I got his address, dressed in all black, and wore a black bandana.

Within an hour of walking, I had reached my Bullies house. I walked past it a few times to get a layout of the place before crawling in through the open kitchen window.

As I crouched by the kitchen window, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I couldn't help but think about how I had never done anything like this before. I was just an ordinary teenager caught up in an extraordinary situation. But the anger and desire for **** burned so intensely within me that I pushed aside any doubts or fears.

Once inside, I crept like a shadow in the night. The dim moonlight filtered through the curtains, providing just enough illumination for me to navigate the unfamiliar surroundings.

As I moved through the house, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between Richard's family home and mine. Theirs was spacious and filled with expensive furnishings, a stark reminder of the privilege he flaunted at school. Anger fueled my determination even more, as I believed this was the source of his arrogance.

I finally reached Richard's room and stood outside the closed door. I could hear faint snoring coming from inside. A wicked smile crept across my face as I thought about how to teach him a lesson. I quietly opened the door, revealing a slumbering form on the bed.

My rage began to build up as I quickly punched the figure where I knew their head was. As my fist collided, I heard a yelp of pain that sounded strikingly feminine. I promptly pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight, revealing Richard's girlfriend, Mercedes, who was fearfully cowering.

My heart sank as I realized my terrible mistake. Mercedes, Richard's girlfriend, lay before me, whimpering in pain and terror. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning out the satisfaction I had felt just moments ago. I had let my anger blind me to the consequences of my actions.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered, immediately regretting my actions. "I thought you were someone else. Are you okay?"

Tears streamed down her face as she winced in pain, clutching her side where my punch had landed. She nodded weakly, unable to find her voice. I reached out to help her up, but she flinched away, clearly afraid.

"I won't hurt you, I promise," I said, my voice filled with remorse.

Mercedes slowly composed herself, wiping away tears with a trembling hand. She nodded, still shaken but no longer in immediate distress. "I'm scared, but I'll be fine. What are you going to do to me?"

Part of me knew what I did next was wrong, but seeing my bully's hot cheerleader girlfriend clad only in her black panties and matching bra awakened something within me. This whole year, he had stopped me from getting to talk with any girls without being harassed and humiliated, so maybe it was my turn to humiliate him.

Mercedes was the hottest girl in school. She had soft features, tanned skin, decently large tits for her petite frame, and long blond hair. She was, however, ruthless, often helping Richard bully me and even using me as a human ashtray once. Ever since I started high school, I fantasized about her, and now was my chance to turn those fantasies into reality.

"Get off the bed and don't make a sound," I said, putting on a more profound voice, hoping it would help mask my true identity. She did as instructed and stood up, keeping her eyes glued to me as she did.

I then pushed her down to her knees. She immediately knew what I wanted, and she gave it to me. She unzipped my fly, and instantly, my member sprung out, smacking her bruised cheek. She clutched her wound but stared in awe at my length and girth. "S-so big." She said as she stroked my 9-inch cock, her nimble fingers exploring my shaft. This was the first time someone had done this to me, and the experience made me harder than I had been in my life.

Mercedes sucked my giant cock, using every trick that she knew. She wanted to serve him well both out of fear and lust. I tore off her bra while she blew me and grabbed her ass. I took her soft bubble butt in my hands and jiggled it about before spanking her and squeezing her exposed tits. After what seemed like half an hour, I pulled out and came on her face. The whole time, I had a triumphant smirk on my face.

I then ordered her to take her clothes off and show me her body. Mercedes obeyed. She stood naked as I removed my pants and ensured my face remained obscured. Then I had her lie down on Richard's bed and made her beg for my cock. She did. Mercedes told me she needed me inside her, that she could never feel this good when Richard fucks her. I finally agreed.

I made her hold her legs apart as I thrust my big cock into her in one go. I'm sure it hurt a little, but Mercedes moaned out for more. I told her to be quiet and take it. I fucked her harder than Richard ever could. I also slapped her face and spat on her tits while whispering how much of a slut she was. That got her to cum real fast as she begged for more as she spread her legs even further. Soon I thrust as deep as I could, entering the furthest reaches of her pussy, grazing her womb as I did. I came and flooded her pussy with my cum. Mercedes began to spasm with pleasure.

For a solid minute, I kept my semi-hard cock inside her as I stroked her hair and played with her tits. "How do you feel?" I asked her as I slowly pulled out, making a pop sound. Suddenly, she hugged me and pulled me closer. "Can you go for round two?" As she said that, I felt my cock harden again as I nodded and told her to get on all fours.

Meanwhile, at Ben's House

Richard, still pissed about Ben interrupting his blow job earlier, planned to fuck his hot mom as a combination. While he was here, he could probably even do something to the shit.

The idea did seem good to the bully, but then he remembered a day during freshman year when everyone was wrestling during P.E. class. Richard was dominating, as he did for all sports. He put in a lot of work to build his body and had just beaten the only other student who threatened his victory. Then he saw Ben had pinned down a pretty large kid on a different mat.

The next and final match was Richard vs. Ben. The second the two got on the mat, Richard felt something he hadn't felt before. True fear. He looked upon Ben and saw him as a bear. The guy radiated a natural killer instinct, and it was so strong he wanted to give up right then and there.

In the present, the sports star looked under the welcome mat to grab the house spare key and opened the door.

As the bully entered the house, he couldn't help but reflect on the years since freshman year. He had grown into quite the sports star, just as he had always dreamed, but the memory of that fateful day in freshman year still haunted him. The encounter with Ben had left an indelible mark on his psyche.

As he moved through the familiar rooms inside the house, Richard couldn't escape the nagging thoughts about Ben. He had always been the dominant athlete, excelling in every sport he tried and working tirelessly to build his imposing physique. Yet, that day on the wrestling mat had shaken him to the core. It was as if he had come face to face with a primal ****, something beyond physical strength.

Over the years, Richard's initial fear had transformed into jealousy and envy. He had never openly antagonized Ben, for he knew deep down what that natural-born killer instinct might lead to. Instead, he had chosen a subtler, more insidious path. He had begun to bully Ben, hoping to suppress the beast that lurked within him to remind him of his vulnerability.

But as he stepped further into the house, Richard couldn't help but wonder if he had made a terrible mistake. He had tried to quell Ben's innate strength, but at what cost? Had he unleashed something even more dangerous by pushing him down this path of resentment and suppression?

His thoughts quickly ended as he heard someone in the kitchen. It was Bonnie Ben's Mom, and she was looking good in a tight nighty.

Richard came into the kitchen, caught Bonnie by my neck, and kissed her so wildly that she had to bite his lips to stop him. He pushed her down, pushed her face onto his dick, and asked her, "Do you want to see it?"

Like an obedient slut, Bonnie nodded yes as she put the wristband back on. Richard lifted her and tore her nighty and made her sit on the kitchen slab and dug his two fingers into her cunt which was already wet. He started to finger her as he kissed her. It was a new feeling for Bonnie.

Someone was dominating her and roughly having her as they wished. Her husband was always gentle and soft, but Richard was rough, and she started to love it.

They kissed like mad lovers. She forgot that he was almost half her age. They got so immersed in the action.

Then she pushed him down and sat on his face, and he licked her pussy so well. She could still remember how who she thought to be her son's friend fucked her pussy with his sharp tongue while rubbing her asshole with his other hand. Ahhhhh, it was so good that she cummed on his face within a few minutes.

She fell on the floor after the orgasm and could feel the taste of cum in her mouth, and her face was fully sticky.

Richard asked if she was comfortable doing anal. Bonnie and her husband had never done it properly before, he had put his cock in her ass and out again, but he had never cum inside of her ass before, and he had never really penetrated her ass for longer than a few moments before.

She told him we could try it; she was up for doing anything. Bonnie was so horny and so happy that they were finally having sex. She got onto all fours, and he rubbed her pussy; it made her moan again, and then he pushed his fingers into her tight ass; the sensations she felt were like nothing she had experienced before. She was so turned on as he kept pushing his fingers in and out of her.

He told her he didn't want her to go down on him first because he was already so hard, and he thought he would cum within seconds.

He got up onto his knees and began pushing his hard pulsating cock into her tight ass; it hurt a little bit at first, but as he kept on pushing, the feeling just got better and better. She wanted his cock so badly.

He began pushing deeper and deeper into her, thrusting fast as he grabbed onto my hips. We were both enjoying it so much, both moaning out in pleasure, and Bonnie told Richard to go faster, and he did. He started fucking her ass roughly, grabbing her hips and growling as he thrust fast and hard into her ass. Bonnie couldn't believe how good it felt and how much she was loving rough anal.

She could feel a sensation building up inside of her ass. He fucked her like a rag doll; they were panting and moaning out in unison, her ass felt like it was going to cum, and she just wanted to keep doing this all night. He then pushed her head down onto the tiled floor and slowed down his thrusts so that he was driving his entire cock inside of her and out again; he then built up the speed again and inserted his whole 6 inches and again, pushing her head harder into the floor as he got rougher and rougher with her ass. He slapped Bonnie's fat ass with his bare hand, bringing it thrashing down on her ass cheek; she felt a stinging sensation but wanted it again. Bonnie begged him to do it again, and he did, bringing his hand crashing against her ass and then grabbing at the flesh tightly, making it all go red.

She was loving it; she felt so naughty. She pinched at her nipples as the sweat poured from me. Her son's friend, no, her boyfriend, was growling as he fucked her ass raw, and then he began to cum; deep throbbing bursts of semen filled my ass as he kept on fucking her ass; he didn't want it to end.

He finally pulled out of her and lay face down next to her, Bonnie's asshole felt stretched, but it felt sensational, and she wanted to do it all again.

At that moment, the two noticed her husband standing in the hallway, tears of rage building in his eyes. With a determined roar, he charged at Richard, catching him off guard.

Richard, though athletic and strong, was no match for the sheer weight and adrenaline of Bonie's husband. In a matter of seconds, he found himself tackled to the ground, his arms pinned behind him. Gasping for breath, he struggled to break free, but it was futile.

Amidst the struggle, Richard's mind raced. He never intended for his visit to turn into a confrontation like this. All he had wanted was to fuck Bonnie. Now, trapped beneath Bonie's husband, he realized the gravity of the situation.

A mixture of emotions washed over him—fear, regret, and a sense of reckoning. He had underestimated the impact of his actions in the past since that wrestling match. Now, he was faced with the consequences of his past bullying, and it seemed that Bonie's husband was determined to make him pay for it.

As he lay there, pinned to the ground, Richard couldn't help but wonder if this was the moment he would finally confront the beast he had tried to suppress all those years ago, not in Ben but in the man who was now holding him down.

But as that thought crossed his mind, the rage boiling within him exploded as he pushed over the larger man, stomped his crotch, and placed his foot on his neck, blocking the airflow. Bonnie was still out of it; she began masturbating to the struggle. Richard then had a terrible but great idea. He called over the larger man's wife, had her squat over him, and let his cum slide into the man's mouth as he struggled under the athlete's mighty foot.

The man began to **** on a large amount of cum as he was still unable to swallow due to the bully's foot on his throat. Once Bonnie dripped out the last of Richards's cum he allowed the husband to swallow it all. And he did. Richard looked at her husband's tent in his pants, then grabbed the man's neck while still nude and looked to Bonnie and grinned.

"Bonnie, I think your boy toy likes watching me pound ya. How about I let him experience the same thing himself?" She looked at him, drooling at the thought her wits had left her now; she was a slut who only sought pleasure.

"Fuck his face; let him taste my juices on your large cock." She shouted as she sat down and began fingering herself.

Richards's cock began to harden as he stroked it. The sight was overwhelming for the large man; his eyes widened as he took in the enormity of Richard's dick. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his breath hitched, and a sense of terror mixed with a perverse fascination washed over him. He was about to step into an uncharted territory, a place where he was no longer in control. A place where Richard reigned supreme.

With a swift movement, he guided Bonnie's Husband's lips towards his waiting cock. And just like that, the game was forgotten. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, glucks, glacks, and muffled moans as the man took Richards's girth into his mouth.

The taste was foreign, the texture even more so. But as the husband adjusted, he found himself growing harder. The sensation of the man who fucked his wife's cock sliding against his tongue, the weight of his balls slapping on his chin as Richard thrust with wild abandon, it was all too much. His own cock throbbed in response to the intimate act, a reaction that left him both confused and intrigued.

"Shh, just relax, little bitch. Take it easy," Richard cooed, his voice a low growl. With three more thrusts, he flooded the man's mouth with his cum and pulled out. "Don't swallow or spit it out!" Richard barked as the man kept his mouth open as tears ran down his face. Bonnie spat in his mouth and laughed, revealing a side of herself that had been suppressed for countless nearly two decades.

Richard then began fucking Bonnie's tits with his semi-hard cock just to tease the older man. Every so often, he turned to face him and smiled when he saw he was jerking off and still had the cum and spit in his mouth. Once her husband came, Richard stopped and looked at the two. "You both are my sluts now and may not touch each other or anyone else unless I give you permission to do so. Finally, you will both ignore Ben and if he gets angry, ground him. Turn him into my next slut!"

Both nod at what their new master has said. Bonnie was there for the sex, and her husband had been conquered by the bully. Her son was their family's last hope at being freed from this madness, but what can one man do against his family and his bully?