The person I came to see

My heart skips a beat when I see the man who opened the door. He's tall, muscular, and insanely attractive. All he's wearing is a pair of gray sweatpants, and my eyes trail down his muscular chest down to the 'v' that some men have, even down to his... very large bulge. I keep staring at him, which he notices.

He smirks cockily, and then finally asks "Need something?"

This snaps me out of the... thoughts I was having.

"Oh! Uh... Are John's parents here?" I ask.

"Nope. Just me." he says.

"Then is John here?" I ask.

"Yup. I'm right here." he says, laughing at me blushing.

I couldn't believe it. This guy is bullying my son?!? I feel bad about the thoughts I was having, but then I remembered what I came here for.

"We need to talk. It's about my son." I say, trying to sound authoritative.

He laughs again, and then asks "You're the mom of Timmy, right?"

"Yeah?" I ask, confused.

"Damn. You look even better up close." he says, looking me up and down.

For some reason, this didn't offend me as much as it should. Wait, no, I shouldn't be thinking this.

"Wanna come inside so we can talk?" he asks, now looking at me in the eyes.

"Yes please." I say.

Why did I say please? I'm the adult here! He should be the one saying things like please!

He moves over and lets me in, and I walk by him, I swear I can see him stare at my ass.

"Damn..." he whispers to himself.

This again, for some reason, doesn't offend me. In fact, it feels kind of... nice? No! I can't be thinking like this! I need to give him a piece of my mind!

He leads me to the living room, where he sits on one of the couches. I stay standing, not wanting to seem like I'm comfortable here.

"So, just why are you such a shit head to my son?" I ask angrily.

"What do you mean? He's the one that's a dick to my friends!" he says, seeming confused. "He kept shit talking my best friend because he's not doing too good in his classes." he says, crossing his arms.

This sounds like he's making it up, but... my son does do that. He sort of acts like he's better than his classmates if he thinks he's smarter than them. It's something I try to get him to stop, but he doesn't really listen, since he says that they deserve it. It's led to him having some trouble in the past as well.

"W-well, even if he does do that, can't you just ignore him? I mean, almost every day he comes home in a bad mood or he's bruised!" I say.

"We only ever do stuff like that when he starts acting like a cunt. Besides, it's kind of hard to ignore it when he loudly says it right behind us." he says.

I can't really think of anything that could convince him to stop, besides keep asking him if he could stop it, which wouldn't work. I start trying to think of something to say, when he interrupts my thought process.

"Thinking about when I said you looked better up close?" he asks, smiling at me.

"What? No!" I say, blushing.

"Or were you trying not to stare at me again?" he asks cockily.

I feel myself blush even more, and I say "No I w-wa-" before getting interrupted.

"It's alright!" he says, getting up. "I think you're hot too." he says as he walks towards me.

I feel myself getting weak in the knees as he gets closer to me, and I feel like I'm blushing even harder now.

"Look at you, wearing that tight little dress..." he says, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.

I don't even try to fight it when he does this, I just feel myself start getting a little excited.

"Showing off those big tits and that perfect ass..." he says, tipping my chin up to look at him with his hand.

I should feel disgusted by this, but for some reason I feel like I don't want this to stop.

"You're so fucking hot..." he whispers, pulling me in for a kiss.

I'm shocked at first, but then I start to kiss him back. He then reaches around and grabs my ass with his free hand. Then, I snap out of it. I break the kiss, and look him in the eyes.

"Stop! We shouldn't be doing this! I'm not some slut who's gonna fuck my son's bully!" I say, convincing no one.

"Well, how about if I just stopped bullying your son." he asks, smiling at me.

"W-what?" I ask. I think about it, just how happy my son would be if I got him to stop being bullied. "N-no. Fucking is too much." I say.

"Then how about a blowjob?" he asks.

I think about it again... and it is just a blowjob...

"W-well..." I stammer out.