Bullied Son / Ruined Mom

You open the front door, greeted by a gorgeous blonde staring up at you with crystal blue eyes. You know exactly who she is. It's that little shit Kevin's mom - the one that all the other losers at college jerk off to in their bedrooms at night. Of course, you have to admit she's an absolute smokeshow, and up close she is no doubt supremely fuckable. She must have had him young- she can't be more than 38 or 39 years old, with a petite yet athletic body, a thick, juicy bubble butt, and legs that go for days. She's wearing a pair of tightly fitting light-wash denim jeans, peep-toe heels, and a plain black tee that shows off just enough of her body to get your cock twitching.

"Umm... hello..." she greets you in a cute Southern accent, with a slight look of confusion on her face.

The two of you stand at your front door for a few seconds eyeing each other off. How this hottie spawned a loser like Kevin you have no idea. She blushes slightly as she notices you catching her glancing over your body.

"Can I help you, or did you want to keep staring at me?" you ask, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong house," she says, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. "I was looking for the Evans household. I'm Ashley Reed. I was hoping I could speak with Mr or Mrs Evans about their son Alex."

"Yeah, you're at the right house. You wanna talk about me?" you ask, knowing full well what this is about. You heard Kevin was discharged from the hospital this morning, with his arm broken in three places. "Sure, come in."

"W-wait... you're Alex?" she stammers, following you into the house. "I didn't think you'd look so... uhh... mature... for a 19-year-old."

You doubt 'mature' was the word she was going to use. She licks her lips as her eyes absent-mindedly stray down to the bulge in your pants. Her eyes, behind her pair of black thick-framed glasses, suddenly come alive when she remembers why she was here in the first place.

"How dare you break my son's arm!" she snaps angrily. "I know you've bullied him for the longest time... but this is the final straw! You're lucky we didn't involve the police!"

You squint at her for a few seconds as she stands there expectantly awaiting your response, your tall, muscular frame towering over the top of her.