My Mexican Mom Became My Bully's

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences and contains explicit content, including race play themes. The themes and scenarios presented are purely fictional and meant for mature audiences. The portrayal of characters from various racial and ethnic backgrounds is intended to celebrate diversity and promote understanding and acceptance. It is essential to approach such themes with sensitivity, respect, and a thorough understanding of the potential harm and triggers they may evoke.

The characters in this narrative are all adults aged 18 years or older, and their participation in any sexual activities is consensual and respectful.

Please note that although there will clearly be several sex scenes, the main idea of my story is to create a slowly corrupting environment for the characters, concentrating on domination, control and humiliation rather than pure sex. So that's why it might take a while to get to the sex scenes. Please enjoy!

Alex stirred awake, the chill of the morning seeping into his small frame. He had always been a light sleeper, a trait he inherited from his father, because his mother was clearly a heavy sleeper. He lay in bed for a moment, listening to the familiar sounds of their small, cramped apartment. He could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator, the distant honking of cars on the street below, and the familiar sounds of his mother moving around in the kitchen. He slowly climbed out of bed and made his way down the creaky stairs, the smell of food growing stronger with each step.

At the bottom of the stairs, he was greeted by the sight of his mother, who was already up, busying herself with the morning's meals. His mother Mary, in the kitchen was what we can call a Mexican MILF.

with curves in all the right places: a big, round ass, thick thighs, and large, ample breasts that jiggled as she moved. Her wavy brown hair was messy from sleep, but it only added to her charm. She had a pretty face, with high cheekbones and full lips, and her dark eyes sparkled with a cheerful and loving personality.

Alex notice that his mom was wearing a loose dress that hung off her shoulders, revealing her bare, barefoot feet. The dress was modest, but it did nothing to hide her generous figure. She moved gracefully around the kitchen, cooking breakfast for her son. The morning sunshine highlighted her smooth, skin, and Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort at the sight of her.

"Good morning, mijo," Mary said, turning to greet her son with a smile. "I hope you're hungry. I made your favorite: huevos rancheros."

Alex's stomach growled at the mention of food, and he made his way over to the table, taking a seat as his mother brought him a steaming plate of eggs, beans, and tortillas. He dug in, savoring the flavors and textures of the meal.

"Thanks, Mom," Alex said, his eyes sparkling with cheerfulness as he dug into his breakfast.

Mary watched her son for a moment, her heart swelling with love. She loved these quiet mornings they shared, just the two of them. But she knew she couldn't ignore problem any longer.

"Alex, about school..." Mary began, her voice tentative.

Alex's cheerfulness faded instantly, replaced by a look of wariness. "What about it?" he asked, a bit more defensive of what he intended to.

"You haven't been wanting to go lately," Mary said gently. "Is everything okay?"

Alex shook his head, his gaze fixed on his plate. "It's nothing, Mom. I just don't feel like going."

Mary frowned, sensing there was more to the story. She remembered all too well the last time she had to go to school because Alex had been bullied. A group of kids, led by a white kid whose family was well-connected in the community, had robbed Alex of his lunch money, beaten him, and shoved his head into a toilet. But the school had done nothing, despite everyone knowing who was responsible. And things had only gotten worse for Alex after that.

"Alex, was it because of that kid again?" Mary asked.

Alex didn't answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

"Oh, mijo," Mary said, her voice filled with sadness. "You don't have to be afraid of him. If he bothers you again, we can face him together, I promise."

Alex shook his head, avoiding his mom’s gaze "It's not that, Mom. I'm just tired of school. I’d rather stay here with you” Alex said with a smile, trying to sound convincing,

Mary's heart ached for her son. She knew all too well the struggles they faced as undocumented immigrants in a predominantly white community. She couldn't let Alex give up. but decided that it was better not push him further for now.

"Okay, Alex," Mary said, her voice more cheerful. "If you don't want to go to school today, you can come with me to the mail instead. But only today. I want you to go to school tomorrow. Do you understand, young man?

“Yes!” Alex looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Mom," he said, he was happier now that he knew he didn’t have to go to school that day.

Mary reached out and squeezed Alex's hand, her heart filled with love for her brave boy. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way.

After both finished their breakfast, Mary stood up to take charge of the plates as she did after each meal, as was her custom as an obedient Mexican mother. She took her own plate and leaned down to get Alex's plate, but the neckline dress gaped open, offering him a tempting glimpse of her cleavage.

Alex couldn’t help but take an innocent glance at his mother’s breasts. They were large and firm, but just when he was about to see one of her nipples, Mary straightened up, a plate in each hand. She turned and walked away, her hips swaying seductively.