A Mother's Choice

(All Characters in this story are 18+)

The weekends were the only times I could escape my school life. I sleep until ten, and Mom makes pancakes when I wake up. I take my time eating them, enjoying my morning reading.

Afterward, I would return to my room and play on my game console till lunch. Then Mom would go shopping for dinner, and I'd tag along. She always sweetens the trip by buying us frappes afterward. Sometimes, she buys me a soda or an energy drink.

There was a time before all of what happened happened that Mom was just Mom. I didn't see her as a mature female, just my Mom. Of course, my Mom was a female, but that never entered my mind. Yes, I saw her in yoga pants and baggy sweats. I used to spot her when she worked out in our gym in the basement. I knew she had breasts and a butt from sunning her bikini by the pool. But none of that meant anything to me. Mom and Dad loved each other, and the three of us were a perfect family. Little did I know everyone in my family was wearing a mask that hid their true selves. But that's going off-topic.

Like I said, I love the weekends. They are the only days I get away from school life and my bully, Richard.

I hate the guy. I hate everything about him. He always picked on me, stealing my lunch money, tripping me in P.E. class, embarrassing me in front of girls, pushing me into trash cans, poured yogurt in my backpack, and talking disgustingly about my Mom.

I never told my parents about it. I want them to avoid getting involved. But I think Mom knew or had some clue I was getting bullied. But she's waiting till I come to her about it.

Every school day, it's the same thing. I wake up to my Mom kissing my cheek and ruffling my hair. I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth, shower, and dress. Then, head down the hall to the dining room.

"Morning sport," my Dad Jerry would say to me.

"Morning, Dad," I say in return.

"Morning, sweetie," my Mom Bonnie would say in turn.

She would be preparing breakfast and brewing coffee.

"Good morning to you mom." I'd say back to her.

Dad would read the newspaper as Mom brings the breakfast to the table. He would then place it down on the table.

"More of the same," he'd say as Mom poured him hot coffee.

"I know, hun," she would say.

"It's just another perfect day," She would say afterward.

"You know it," he would say with a little smirk.

Then she'd hand out our breakfast. The aroma fills my nostrils, and I start to drool. She gives Dad his breakfast before giving me mine.

For me, it's a cheesy egg omelet with a slice of fresh fruit and a glass of water. Dad would have bacon and toast—something light for him.

"Thanks for the breakfast, dear," He kisses Mom and gets up.

He then grabs his hat and coat and heads off to work. Dad works as a sales representative for a major corporation. Sometimes, he leaves home for days at a time to travel to other parts of the state. Mom's used to it. He always calls her every night on the road.

Mom then clears the table as I finish eating.

"You better get ready too, sweetie," Mom would remind me.

Mom drives me to school, as our area has no active bus stop. Since that hijacking a few months ago, she's taken it upon herself to take me. Not that I'm complaining about it, mind you. I get driven to school by my bombshell of a mother. So, it's something I boast about in my head.

Let me tell you about her. Mom's name is Bonnie Cooper. She is 45 years old. She has dark brown hair, always tied up in a loose ponytail. Fair peach-colored skin, cantaloupe-sized breasts, a round face, an hourglass figure, and the face of an angel.

She's also a bit shorter than me, with her being 5"7 and me being 5"9.

My Mom says I get my smarts from her and my looks from Dad.

They met in their first year of high school and became friends. When senior year came, they made it official and started dating. Her parents loved him and practically thought of him as their own son.

After senior year, they got married and moved in together. Dad went to college while Mom took on the role of housewife.

Eventually, he landed a job at a major corporation and became its top sales representative, giving him a hefty salary.

Then, they bought a lovely house in a beautiful neighborhood. It had a white picket fence and a garden in the back. Then, nine months later, I was born.

Oh, that's right, I never introduced myself. My name is Ben Cooper. I'm 18 years old and currently a senior. I like playing video games, reading, chess, and organizing. You might call me weird, but it doesn't bother me at all.

I'm somewhat attractive but can't get a girlfriend due to my lack of boldness and intimidating expressions. It makes it harder when Richard is always picking on me.

I don't know why he does; he used to be friendly with me until junior year when he started selling ecstasy at school and hanging out with the popular crowd.

Let me tell you about him. His name is Richard Parker. He is a head taller than me and is on the football team. He also wears this stupid cat wristband around his left wrist. I wonder why, though. Maybe it's cause he thinks it's cool?

He drives his luxury car to school, too. A gift from his upper-class parents. He also throws parties every other weekend where he sells his unsold goods. That's how much his parents trust him. My Mom is overprotective of me and is too cautious about getting my own car.

We get into the car, and Mom pulls out of the driveway. Then, he drives down the street to the highway. We chatted as she drove me to school. She even pulls in front of the entrance.

"Have a good day at school today, sweetie," she'd say warmly to me.

Then she'd kiss my forehead and ruffle my hair. I would then get out and wave as she drove out to the school parking lot.

"So that's your mom fucktard?" said an ominous voice behind me, "What a hot piece of ass."

I turned to face him. Richard stood behind me with a cigarette in his right hand. He blows a cloud of smoke at my face, which I coughed at and waved away. He chuckles and throws it on the ground.

"Maybe I'll introduce myself to her after school and get to know her on a first-name basis," he said, "if you know what I mean."

He then pokes my ribs before slapping my back hard.

"Oh wait," he said, faking shock, "You wouldn't know what I mean. You never had pussy before. Man sucks to be you."

He laughs at his own joke as he heads inside the school.

"Fucking asshole," I muttered under my breath, "Just because he had four girls who had sex with him, he thinks he is god's gift to women?"

Mom always told me to avoid conflicts and use my head instead of my fists. I knew I could hold my own against him and likely win, too. But the idea of my mother being disappointed in me stopped me from ever taking violent action against my tormentor. So I ignored him. The rest of the school day was uneventful.

Richard didn't try to steal my lunch money today, which relieved me as I finally got to eat lunch and enjoy it peacefully.

After lunch, we had English, and like always, I was paired with Richard. I'm left with all the work while he wastes time. What makes it worse is having to do this as homework.

As I waited for my Mom to pick me up after school, here comes Richard.

"You gotta help me ace this test," he said, "no scratch that-you ARE gonna help me ace this."

"Why should I?" I retaliated, glaring at him, "You always leave me with all the work."

He was about to say something when my Mom pulled up. He then straightens up my collar and smiles.

"Maybe I should come over to your house," he said, "it'll you to do it for me!"

Mom rolls down her window and looks Richard up and down. She was smiling politely.

"Who is this, Ben?" Mom asked.

I tried to get into the car, but Richard leaned in and blocked my attempts to get in the car.

"Richard Parker, madame," he said with fake hospitality, "friends with your son here."

He slaps my back again. She looks at me for a moment as if seeking clarification.

"Yeah," I said, trying to cloud my anger with a smile, "He's my friend."

Her eyes beamed with pride. To think she believed his lie and my own right to her face.

"Well, nice to meet you, Richard," Mom said happily, "I'm Bonnie Cooper."

"Bonnie, eh?" said Richard, "Nice name for a beautiful woman like yourself."

I heard Mom giggle girlishly, which is something she always does.

"Oh, stop you," she said, "But thank you for saying that. It's sweet."

"Anytime, Bonnie," he said, using her first name again.

She caught on to what he said and corrected him.

"It's Mrs. Cooper or Mrs. Bonnie," Mom told him, "I'm a married woman, and you should respect that."

She flashed him her wedding ring and smiled. He gave a quick apology and stepped back. It allowed me enough room to get into the front seat. He then leans in again.

"Well, you two have a lovely day," his voice was artificially kind, something Mom didn't detect.

I groaned; I know I'll hear about it tomorrow from him.

"...You too," Mom said nervously, "It was great talking to you."

"Maybe I could come over sometime?" Richard asked, pushing his welcome, "Me and Ben are partnered in some of our classes, and he promised to help me."

She looked back at me. Like before, she seeks clarification on my end.

"I did say that," I mutter out, "He's not doing so well in one of our classes, so I am gonna help him out."

She looked back at him sympathetically.

"High school can be tricky with the advanced classes," Mom said, "You'll get the hang of it."

"Still, I'm glad Ben is helping you, Richard," she chirped, "You are welcome to come over today and study with him."

My jaw dropped when she said that. This first time meeting him, and he's already invited to our house?

Richard looks back at me and smiles.

"I would love that, Mrs. Cooper," he chirped.

With her invitation, he got into the back seat. Mom drove the car from the parking lot and onto the highway towards home. They chatted the whole way to our house. Richard started asking her questions. Which Mom happily answered.

He found out that her husband works long hours as a traveling sales representative, that she's a stay-at-home mom, that she loves to do yoga, that her favorite time of year was fall, and that she never cheated on her husband.

Richard couldn't care less; he was mostly excited because she was mostly home by herself daily. Which would be perfect for him to have quick hourly visits every week.

She started asking him questions to make it fair. He told her that he had his license, but his car was in the shop, he's an only child, on the high school football team, and both his parents are employed. His dad works as a judge and was a combat veteran. His Mom was a nurse at a local clinic.

He then returned to complimenting her appearance and saying how lucky her husband was—talking about her attractiveness. Mom chuckled, too.

"It's nice to know I still got it," she said without taking her eyes off the road, "to think a woman at my age being flirted with by a guy my son's age."

With a big smile, he looked over to me and said playfully, "Oh, I'll do more than flirt with you."

To which she caught on quickly and said sternly, "Now, that's enough, big boy."

Then they both laughed and talked about other stuff. She asked him more questions, typical mom stuff, like if he had a girlfriend or if he was thinking about making football a career choice.

"Sadly, no girlfriend," he said slowly, "no girl would want a guy like me."

Mom stopped at a red light and looked him in the eye. Her face was full of sympathy and concern.

"You are handsome and attractive in your own way," she said reassuringly, "Just like I tell Ben, the right one will come along, and you'll know."

"I'll know?"Richard asked, "How will I know if she's right?"

She continued driving the remainder of the way.

"You'll just...know," Mom said quietly, "Something will click in you when you are around them."

"Take me and my wonderful husband Jerry, for example," she continued, "we met in our first year of high school. We slowly but surely began to fall for each other, and by our senior year, we were dating. A year later, we were engaged."

"You'll have butterflies in your stomach, constantly thinking about them and...other stuff," she said as an afterthought.

"I see," Richard agreed, "so...is it weird that I feel like that around you?"

I felt like I was about to beat him to an inch of his life, but I calmed myself. Mom looked taken aback by his words.

"You literally just met me half an hour ago," she said awkwardly.

"So," Richard said, "you yourself said I'd know when that happens."

"I did," she said, "but still it's just."

"How do you think about it?" asked Richard.

"Honestly?" Mom answered, "It's a little weird, but I'm flattered. And like I said, I'm happily married. I would never disgrace my husband or our marriage."

"Of course," said Richard.

We finally reached home, and I was the first one out. Mom and Richard were still talking in the car. She started using her hands and making gestures with them. It's clear she is telling him off on something. Richard is just smiling and looking at her.

Before long, they both got out. Mom's face was red, and she walked a few feet away from Richard. Who was staring at her shapely ass. When she unlocked the door, Richard picked her up and carried her through the threshold.

Mom shrieked when he did that and then laughed. If I wasn't there, I bet he'd carry her to the bedroom and shut the door. She asked him to put her down, which he did. Mom playfully punched his arm and called him silly.

If Dad saw that, he'd throw out Richard so fast.

Mom went into the kitchen to prepare dinner afterward. She was leaving Richard and me in the living room. He was staring at her shapely thick ass, totally oblivious to me standing next to him.

"Your mom is just BEGGING for it," Richard said, punching my arm.

"It'll NEVER happen, Richard, "I said boldly, "Mom is not into you at all. Plus, she's married and is very faithful."

"Not now, it won't," he smiled, "but eventually it WILL happen, and there will be nothing you could say or do to stop it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I enquired.

He pats my back hard again for the third time today. I know I'll have a red mark there tomorrow.

"So let's go to your room and get started on our homework," Richard said loudly.

"I'll bring snacks in later, boys!" came Mom's voice from the kitchen.

"Thanks, Mrs. Cooper!" called Richard.

"Anytime," Mom peeked her head from around the corner, smiling.

I showed Richard where my room was. He doesn't seem interested in the slightest. Instead, he walks over to Mom's room and walks in.

"Nice bed set," said Richard as he pushed down on it, "It'll be great to use once I got your yummy mommy alone with me."

"What are you doing," I hissed, "Mom doesn't like anyone in here."

He then climbs on top and lays on his stomach. Then, he begins to move his waist up and down.

"Yeah?" he said, "you like my cock don't you, Bonnie. You naughty and filthy mommy."

He then pretends to jerk and moan. Then, he kisses her pillow, pretending it's her lips.

"That's what I'll do to her," Richard said, turning to face me on her bed, "I bet she'd be worn out afterward." I gave him a look that could kill, and as fast as he got on the bed, he got off it with a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Little does Richard know, but my Mom and dad have an active sex life. Anyway, Dad is the one who gets tired afterward. Mom can't keep her hands off Dad in bed, from what I hear weekly at night.

"Well, let's go back to your room fucktard," Richard said, pushing me out of the way.

As we got into my room, he threw his backpack onto my bed.

"I did say that I'd make you do it," he smiled wickedly. I flipped him the bird, and he then opened and closed my door. He was leaving me alone with my thoughts. Part of me knows he's probably out there flirting with Mom again, and I'm worried. The other part knows Mom would never do anything to disgrace her marriage and dad. Richard's just a punk; nothing will happen.

-Kitchen

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Richard walked in on Bonnie lying on the floor, pleasuring herself with an English cucumber while moaning, "Ben...ben" repeatedly. Eventually, she would squirm for a few seconds as she came. Bonnie would then glide the cum covered, massive cucumber out of her pussy, basking for a moment in the bliss of her very intense orgasm. She then sits up and notices pussy juice all over her thick, juicy thighs. Bonnie slowly stands up, still hazy in a post-orgasmic state, and turns around so my back faces the small kitchen mirror her husband installed last summer. Bending over slightly, she looked in the mirror and noted how impossibly big her hips were and how round and fat her ass was. "I'm such a fucking fat cow." She mutters to herself as she keeps examining her ass. She only stops when she sees a flash. Richard had his phone out and sported a wide smile.

"Hey, Mrs. Cooper." He said with a wink as she began covering up. Her face was beet red, and the cucumber she used fell to the floor, snapping at the base. Richard unzipped his pants and grinned before saying, "I am going to need you to help me with the boner you gave me, or I will show Ben the many pictures I got of you and a recording of you moaning his name." Her silence was an answer in itself and would be a decision that would ruin lives and relationships.

-My room

I pushed myself to finish both of our stupid English homework and sighed as I finished it.

Twenty minutes passed by, and still nothing. I began to get worried. Mom is sure taking a long time with those snacks. I wonder what is taking so long.

I opened my door and stepped out. It was so quiet I could hear the clock on the wall ticking. I began to panic. Mom would generally be humming as she made dinner. I entered the dining room and saw the snacks mom made on the table. But where are they?

I went into the living room, and they weren't there either.

Maybe Mom forgot to go shopping and asked Richard to help her. Yeah, that's it. It's not like they're in her room, right?

Just to be sure, I went back down the hall to her bedroom. I placed my hand on the doorknob and found it locked. Maybe Mom closed it before she left. They did keep valuables and essential documents in Dad's safe in there. That may be why.

I felt embarrassed; my Mom didn't think I could even protect the house while she was gone. When I got back to my room, I began doing a bit of studying. I was oblivious as to what was happening in the next room.

-Parents room

"I can't believe I'm allowing this," she said, whispering, "My son's room is right next to mine!"

"He's too busy studying," he said, "He won't notice what is happening."

"I'm married," Bonnie continued, panicking, "I shouldn't be doing this. My husband will..."

Her sentence was cut short by Richard kissing her.

"He won't know," Richard said softly, "unless you want him to."

Richard had his shirt off and was kneeling between her legs. Bonnie was still in her clothes and looked dumbfounded. He had his hands roaming under her shirt. Her head tilted from side to side. She was trying to fight herself from enjoying his touch.

A few seconds later, her bra came out from her shirt. Richard threw it on the floor. Bonnie still didn't move as he unbuttoned her shirt and began to suck on her nipples.

Her breathing became sharp and raspy like she was enjoying it but also trying not to let him get the gratification of knowing that.

"You have a pretty nice rack there, Mrs. Cooper," Richard said after a while, "What's your size?"

"...32C," Bonnie said distantly, "It's all natural! Come back here and finish!"

She pushed his head back to her swollen nipples and sighed as he got the message.

She now gave in to his sucking. She then took it off her shirt and placed it on the bed. She was now totally topless for his viewing pleasure.

He then pushed her down and got on top of her. Her nails dug into his back as he kissed her. She responded back and started moving under him. He then kissed her neck. Slowly down to her heaving breasts and then her flat stomach.

Then he began to unbutton her jeans and push them down. Revealing her satin white and silky panties that only her husband Jerry would see.

"Just...this once," Bonnie said softly, "Just this once, okay?"

He then yanked down her jeans and took them off her. She's now in just her panties.

Richard then unbuckled his and stepped out of them. His boxers tented out from his erection. He then got on top of her, and they kissed.

Richard slowly began to push against her. Which Bonnie reluctantly allowed by squeezing his ass. She then wrapped her legs around him. She was humping him back, breathing in his ear.

"Richard...," Mom whimpered, "this feels so good."

"Told you," Richard said without stopping.

"You want more?" he enquired.

"...yes," came Mom's reply, "just this once...okay."

He then began to pull his boxers down his ass. Revealing his throbbing 6-inch-long thick cock. Mom looked at it before covering her mouth.

"Oh my...Richard," Bonnie said, "that's bigger than my husband's by far."

He began to push her panties to the side and was about to enter her married fertile pussy.

"But I can't... Richard, I can't f-fuck you," she said, stopping him.

He sighed and began to pull them up. She stopped him and yanked them down again.

"But it doesn't mean I want you to put this away," Bonnie said, annoyed, "I can't fuck you, but I can suck you."

She pushed him off her and told him to lay on his back, which he did. She then slowly removed her panties and stood awkwardly before him. His cock stands stiff like a flag pole.

She then walked over to him and got on top of him. She was kissing her way down his torso. Licking his pelvic area, looking at his cock.

"Just this once...," she said again.

Shen then engulfed it in her mouth.

"HOLY SHIT," Richard shot up, "oh fuck that feels good."

He held her hair as she sucked his cock. The room was filled with her sucking sounds and his groans.

She did everything to his cock. She sucked on his tip while stroking his shaft. Pushing his cock deep into her mouth as she squeezed his somewhat egg-shaped balls. Sucking on his balls as she tugs at his dick fast. All while looking at him. She was probably trying to get him off quickly.

He probably knew she was doing that and stopped her.

"It's not fair for you to only be doing that," Richard said, "get that fucking sweet pussy over here!"

She reluctantly maneuvered her body around so that her pussy was in his face and her face was at his cock.

Bonnie suddenly sat up straight and gasped. Her tits swayed from left to right from her movement.

"Oh my!" she said, grinding into his face, "I like what you are doing with your tongue, Richard."

"Oh god," she whimpered, "oh fuck!"

She then tried to suck him off while he ate her out. He pulled her cheeks apart and really got his tongue in there. She moaned as he did that. His cock popped out of her mouth. She went back to sucking his cock eagerly. Not caring at all anymore. She was enjoying it.

Finally, after 45 minutes of them doing oral on each other, they reached their climax.

Bonnie started tugging on his dick steadily and moaned as she got close to her orgasm. Richard was moaning, too. He grunted out as Mom bit his cock.

"FUCK!" grunted Richard, "Yeah, swallow that gunk."

He bit her clit as she came on his face. Her mouth was still attached to his pulsating cock.

His balls tightened as he shot five wads of his cum into her waiting mouth. She then continued sucking his cock, until he stopped. Finally swallowing it, before she got off him shakingly.

"I'm not gonna lie, Mrs. Cooper," Richard said, huffing and puffing, "Best blowjob I ever had."

"Well, good," Bonnie said, panting as she got into her jeans and bra, "same for me, big guy. My husband never did that to me."

"Never has he done oral on me like you did," she said quietly.

She then sat on the bed as Richard got behind her. She was putting her shirt back on. Then she caressed his cheek affectionately. They pecked each other afterward. She then sighs.

"What am I going to do," she said, "I cheated on my husband with my son's friend..."

"Do you want to do it again?" asked Richard, getting in front of her naked.

His cock was getting hard again as she looked at it.

"Not sure if I should," she said before shaking her head, "No, I really shouldn't. This was just a one-time offer."

He then handed her his wristband.

"What's this for?" Bonnie chuckled.

"Use this as a signal," Richard said, smiling.

Bonnie looked at him, baffled and confused.

"A sign?" she asked, "for what? I just told you this was a one-time offer."

"I know," he replied smiling, "but if you did, I'll see that you want to see me again."

"This is a mistake," she said, half smiling, "but say if I did want to see you. How would you come over?"

"I'll think of something," Richard said, "It's Ben you'd have to distract."

The wristband fell from her hand as they made out again. They were roaming their hands over each other.

-My room

Richard and Mom came in with the snacks a few minutes later. Shen then placed it on my desk and turned to leave.

"Well, boys," Mom said, "I'll get dinner started and then afterward take Richard home."

As Mom opened my door, I heard a loud smack. Richard had just slapped Mom's shapely thick ass. I saw him do it and was expecting him to get chewed out. I was appalled by how she looked afterward. She smiled at him like she was okay with it. She then closed the door.

"Dude, if you only knew," Richard said and slapped my back, "your mom likes me, that means you'll be seeing me over A LOT."

He grabs his completed homework from my desk and stuffs it into his backpack.

"If you only knew," he said smiling, "I bet I could get your mom's sweet pussy."

"You bastard," I growled while grabbing his collar, "leave Mom out of this. Stop trying to ruin her 'cause you hate me!"

He tries getting out of my grasp but fails. With a snarl, he spits in my eye and hits me super hard in my stomach. I gasped for air afterward.

"Later, loser," he said, laughing as he opened and closed my bedroom door.

I sat in my room rubbing spit out of my eye. It was then I knew I would need to work out not just to defend myself but also my Mom. I'll also have to tell Mom the truth when she drives him home.

"Ben, dinner's ready!" called Mom from the hallway.

I left my room after Mom called me out. My stomach still hurts, but the pain is subsiding.

I should tell Mom about what he said and did. She has to know I'm getting picked on by him. I'll say to her tonight.

I walked into the dining room and sat down. Richard sat in Dad's chair, which was next to hers. Mom continued to set the table and bring the food out.

After everything was set, she sat down next to Richard, who stealthily moved his arm next to hers. I couldn't see what he was doing, but it got Mom red.

"What a great dinner you made, Mrs. Cooper," said Richard loudly, "it looks delicious."

Mom beamed at his praise. She was smiling happily at him. What is going on? "Thanks, Richard," Mom said cheerfully, "it makes me feel good when someone likes my cooking." His arm was still close to Mom's, who looked to be pushing him away.

"I'll compliment your cooking whenever I'm over," Richard boasted. Mom giggled again.

"Oh, stop it, you!" she playfully punched his arm, "you flatter me too much."

They continued talking as we ate dinner. After dinner was done, Mom started to clear the table.

"Allow me, Mrs. Cooper," said Richard, taking the dishes from her. "I can't let you do that," protested Mom, "you're our guest. Relax in the living room."

"My mom always told me to help out whenever I was at a friend or relative's house," he smiled, "let me do that for you."

She allowed him to take the dishes from her, smiling. Did my imagination play tricks on me, or did I see their hands touch each other affectionately? Something is definitely going on.

"Smart woman," Mom said before looking at me smiling, "I wish MY SON helped me with the cleaning."

They both walked into the kitchen, talking still. Mom came out a bit later. She was in the middle of a sentence with Richard as he did the dishes.

"Thanks for your help," Mom said, "I'm always the one doing the dishes and cleaning," Richard said something I couldn't make out. She laughed at what he said.

"Oh, you," she giggled, "stop being silly. Tell me when you are done, and I'll check." She walked into the living room and sat down next to me, sighing.

"Such a great guy that, Richard," Mom said, "he's only been here for a few hours, and he's helping me out with the dishes. You should learn from his example and help out, too."

Mom then ruffles my hair. Mom's acting like nothing is wrong. But this isn't her normal behavior.

We sat in silence for a while watching T.V. Then Richard came out a bit later, drying his hands on a paper towel.

"Done, Mrs. Cooper," said Richard.

"Thanks, Richard," Mom said happily, "You're such a good kid."

She then gets up and looks at me.

"Good boys get rewarded for helping out," Mom said.

She then hands him the energy drink she bought me yesterday.

"Here, Richard," Mom said, "Ben doesn't need this."

He then looks at me, smiling. He puts it in his backpack and then walks over to the front door with Mom.

"Well, time to take Richard home and tell his parents where he was," Mom said, "Would you like to come along, Ben?"

I shook my head, doing my best to control the inferno of rage and hate within me. Mom sighs and walks out with Richard closely behind her. I heard the car doors open and close. The car didn't start for quite some time. I bet she was talking to Richard about my behavior. The engine started a bit later. I look out the window and see Mom finally pulling out of the driveway. Once they were down the street, I walked up to my room and began doing push-ups while listening to a video on the weak points in all people. Once I'm down, I will write down everything I have learned and build my body to take advantage of those weak points.

-Mom's car (night)

They both sat in the car. Her heart was hard pounding. Yet she was confused. Why was Ben getting upset over a stupid energy drink? She'll buy him a new one later on. She sighs and rests her head on the steering wheel.

"I don't know what is wrong with Ben," she told Richard, "He never gets upset over like that."

He touches her cheek before kissing her. Bonnie pulls away. Her heart raced as Richard tried again. This time, she returned his kisses and pushed him back against the car door. She broke their kiss and looked at him.

"I didn't really want to say this," sighed Richard, "but maybe he's just acting like a teenager should act."

She rests her head on his shoulder.

"I was worried it was something else," she said, "Like he was being bullied or something."

"You mean he didn't tell you?" asked Richard, hiding an inward smile, "oh man, that's low."

This piqued her interest as she looked Richard in the eye.

"What is it, Richard?" enquired Bonnie, "If you know something about this, please tell me."

"If Ben didn't tell you," he said, putting up a fake front, "Then it's not my place to say."

Bonnie knew he had something to say and just needed the right motivation. She placed her hand on his lap. She felt her way up his leg to his sweet spot.

"What are you doing, Mrs. Cooper," Richard said with fake shock, "and while we are still in the driveway?"

She placed a finger to his lips and unzipped his fly. Reaching her hand in, and pulled out his flaccid 3-inch dick.

"If you tell me what is happening to Ben," she whispered huskily in his ear, "I'll suck your cock and think about other things that we can do together."

She lowers her head to his lap and blows on his tip. She was causing it to twitch and grow. She places her mouth around it and slightly bites it. She knows he likes that.

"Oh, don't stop," moaned Richard, "I'll tell you if you keep going."

"Okay," Bonnie said, agreeing to his terms.

She then pulled on his cock with her mouth. Stretching it out before her eyes. It started to get hard as she licked his shaft slowly. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down a little to get more access.

She started licking his balls. Sucking one into her mouth as she moaned playfully for him. Stroking his now semi-hard cock intently with her right hand as the left one touched his T-shirt-clad chest. She then went to whole sucking his thick cock now.

She was pushing it into her mouth and swallowing—something she only did for Jerry. Richard is the second man to see her naked and the first one to bring her to orgasm with just his mouth. Something Jerry didn't do to her during their weekly sex schedule.

The windows started fogging up as she focused on getting him to cum. Her tongue coiled around his head.

"Oh fuck," Richard grunted, "Yeah, that feels good."

He's also the second man she gave a willing blowjob to. Jerry likes her deep-throating his dick when she gets him hard for sex. Richard seemed to like it, too. This would be his second one. For some reason, she liked the taste of his cum. It was potent and thick for starters, but also sweet. Bonnie thought of peanut butter when he came. It filled her mouth and was hard to swallow at first.

She managed and then did something she never did to her husband after a blowjob. She kissed him deeply. Kissing Richard, in her mind, was starting to feel like kissing her husband. It was an instant jolt to her.

She helped him pull up his pants and sat up straight. She was fixing her appearance and smoothing her hair out.

"Now for your part of the deal," she said, "What do you know."

Richard leaned back in the seat. Both arms crossed behind his head.

"This asshole of a guy is bullying him," lied Richard, "he gets his money stolen from him, embarrassed in front of girls and other stuff. I guess it's because he never does anything when he bullies him."

Bonnie's eyes went wide. Her poor son Ben, how it hurts her to know that. She did have an inkling that he was being picked on. But she thought he'd eventually come to her about it.

"I have to help him out with that problem," Richard boasted, "stand up for him. He looks up to me."

She kissed him again full . Thank god her son had such a great friend to look out for him. He started to unbutton her shirt again; she almost wanted to fuck him almost. Her heart was racing. She did this in the car while her son could look out the window. Excited her, she started feeling that way since sixty-nining with Richard on her bed.

But sexual intercourse with Richard? It was something she wasn't ready for. Plus, she had no condoms. If he shot inside her, Ben would have a new half-brother or sister. She never got her tubes tied after Ben was born. In fact, she wanted more children. But Jerry decided against it and actively wore condoms during sex.

"Not now," Bonnie said smiling, "when the moment arrives, I'll let you know, okay?"

They broke their kissing, and she started the car. She passed by so many different neighborhoods until they arrived at Richard's street. Bonnie could tell that his parents put a lot of time into their house. She parked the car next to their driveway. They pecked each other before getting out together. They walked side by side to his house.

As they got near the front door, a woman stepped onto the porch. From the light there, she looked a few years older than Bonnie. She had long auburn hair that flowed down her back and wore an evening dress.

"You must be Richard's mom," Bonnie said, "I'm Bonnie Cooper, Ben's Mom. I'm sorry for Richard's lateness; he was at my house doing his homework with my son Ben."

"That's good," she said, ushering Richard inside, "I just wish he'd learn to call or text me instead of making me worry."

"She doesn't look worried to me," thought Bonnie, "then again, moms are all different."

"Barbara dear," said a man appearing in the doorway holding a glass of whiskey, "your drink is getting cold in the living room.

The man then steps outside. He had grey sprinkling in his dark brown hair. His face is neatly shaven with the utmost care. He wore a rich man's evening wear. It consists of dark slacks, a white dress shirt, and a vest. The shirt was open with a few buttons, showing a muscular and oiled neckline.

"Darling," said Mr. Parker to his wife, "who is this?"

"I'm sorry for interrupting your evening, my good man," Bonnie said politely, "I came to drop Richard off at home and apologize for his lateness."

"Oh," said Mr. Parker, "well, if introductions are needed, then let me introduce myself. I'm Jack Parker. Former war hero and family man."

"This fine woman is my lovely wife, Barbra Parker," continued Jack, "She's a nurse working at a clinic. She makes a mean meatloaf on Thursdays, let me tell you. Delicious as it is, just like her."

After five minutes of talking and laughing with his parents, Bonnie said goodbye and walked back to her car.

"Those are his parents," she said to herself, "they are really nice and trusting people. I can see where Richard gets his manners from and his looks."

She giggled girlishly, thinking about that. Richard was only at her house for a few hours, and she already felt like this.

"He's your son's age, Bonnie Cooper," she scolded herself, "you have a wonderful husband who loves you dearly and a son who would be disgusted if this continued."

"I love Jerry," she told herself, "I should have never done what I did. I love Jerry. I love Jerry. I love Jerry. I love Richard."

"I want to end it with him," she thought to herself, "it was just a one-time thing, but he kept making it hard to say no."

"For now," she told herself, "this has to stay a secret. For both my sake and his." She continued driving home in silence.

-Home (night)

Mom came back a little after ten. She carried a small grocery bag in her left hand.

"Sorry for being so late, sweetie," she said, taking off her shoes, "his parents were talking to me, and I lost track of time."

She then sat down on the couch next to me. Then, she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry if you are mad at me, Ben," Mom said sadly, "I didn't mean to make you upset; I just wanted to prove a point. If you help out, you get rewarded for helping. Thus, I gave him your energy drink."

She then handed me the small grocery bag. I opened it up and pulled out an energy drink. The same one she gave away to Richard.

"Do you forgive me?" she said pouting.

I hugged her and said thank you. She ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. She then got up and walked down the hall to change into her nightgown. She was coming out a few minutes later.

Everything Mom wore was priceless. She's a beautiful woman. Her shoulder-length hair flowed around her neck with every move. It was moments like this that I wish I could capture her likeness on film or on paper.

Then, it was gone when she talked about Richard.

"I think your father would like him," she said.

I nodded my head. Dad would really love him if he found out what Richard was doing to his wife and son. If I told Mom the truth, maybe she stop Richard from coming over.

But my pride practically me not to do it. I needed to tell her before it was too late, but I also had this intense need to fight my own battles.

"Mom," I said, "we need to talk, "Look I've been having a-"

"Hard time at school?" said Mom as if reading my thoughts, "I'm sorry if I didn't know sooner."

"How did you know?" I inquired, "Was I that easy to read?"

"No," she said, "Richard told me. Said the guy was a real asshole to you and other stuff."

"Mom," I tried to say, "Richard-"

"Is such a great friend for standing up for you," Mom said, cutting me off, "he said that's the reason why you didn't want me involved."

"I think I'll head to bed now," Mom said, getting up, "you should too, Ben."

"Yeah," I sighed, "you're right."

In the end, I couldn't tell her who really was picking on me. It's not like she'd expect Richard to do that; nobody does. He gets away with everything. He never leaves any marks when he hits me, plus everyone likes him. It makes it seem like a lie on my end.

I went into my room and began watching MMA fights and began practicing their movements. Dad wasn't home, meaning it was my job to defend Mom's honor until he returned. That night, I took a large bag of sand from the shed and began practicing doing a calf kick, just like in the video. I could feel my bones ache with each kick, but I knew that I would need to do this kick fifty times with each leg if I was going to be indeed ready. Once I was done, I began throwing some hooks and, every so often, punched myself with all my might in the gut and neck to get used to the pain.