My White Bully Dominated My Mexican Mom

It was a sunny day, around 2 pm and the sun was in its highest point. It was time for recess and the kids were outside playing.

Miss Sarah sat inside the classroom, sipping her coffee and taking a moment to relax during her free time.

She was the favorite teacher for all the students, but none more so than Alex, a shy child and friendless kid. Miss Sarah always went out of her way to be kind and attentive to him, and he had come to see her as "the best teacher in the world."

However, the truth is that Miss Sarah's kindness was born out of pity for Alex's struggles and lack of friends. As a teacher, she felt it was her duty to show him at least a little extra compassion and make him feel valued, even if it meant treating him a bit differently than the other students.

Sarah looked outside through the window and saw a small group of big kids surrounding a smaller one.

"*sigh* ... kid's stuff." She thought and kept watching her phone. "Maybe I should go and take a look though.... Oh, Antonio sent a photo!".

Just when she was about to go and take care of those kids, her boyfriend sent her a photo at the gym, and she completely forgot about the kids playing outside. The truth is that if she had gone to see what those kids were doing she would have found out that 3 of them were intimidating Alex. Bullying him into giving them his lunch and his money.

Meanwhile, outside;

"I won't tell you again, faggot. Give me the Money now. "

"I already told you, Kevin. That's all I have. I need it to go back home.

Kevin was the school bully and his favorite prey was Alex. This time, he was trying to take his money with the help of his two friends, Carlos and Raul.

"And I already told you that I don't care how the fuck you'll go home"

At that moment, Alex felt two pairs of hands seize his shoulders and arms. The suddenness of it all left him frozen and unable to react, as a solid fist landed on his cheek, jolting his head to the side. He stumbled, but Carlos and Raul held him up just long enough for Kevin to land another punch, this time in his stomach. The air whooshed out of his lungs, leaving him gasping and wheezing, but the trio wasn't done yet. Kevin hit him again, this time on his jaw, and Alex collapsed to the ground with a groan.

As Alex lay there on the ground, gasping for breath and trying to clear the dust from his mouth, he felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that the three boys standing over him had more in store, that they weren't finished with him yet. The sun beat down on his face, making it difficult to see, and his left eye throbbed painfully from where he had been punched. He wished desperately that he could get up and run away, but his body felt heavy and sluggish. He knew that he was completely at their mercy.

Alex was embracing himself for more pain, when suddenly, a shadow appear over him blocking the sun and his three tormentors ran away in fear shooting something about "finishing this" later.

Alex tried to stand up, but the pain was too much. He squinted, trying to see who was casting the shadow over him that had frightened away the three boys. The person was directly under the sun, making it impossible for Alex to see their face, but he recognized the outline of a familiar figure. The scent of the person's fragrance reached his nose, and Alex knew immediately who it was.

It was the same fragrance that his mother emanated. The same scent of shampoo he would smell when she stepped out of the shower. And the same perfume she used to wear when she was getting dressed for work. The scent brought back memories of her hugs and comforting words. Alex felt a sense of protection and security wash over him.

As the figure moved closer, the scent grew stronger, confirming to Alex that it was indeed his mother. He closed his eyes, letting the familiarity of her presence wash over him, grateful that she had come to his rescue.

"Don't worry Alex, mommy is here for you."

And then she began to bend down to help her son stand up. Alex knew she was his mom, but still couldn't see her face. It was still shadowed by the sun, but he felt the familiar touch of her hands on his shoulders, the warmth of her embrace.

As she leaned in to give him a kiss on the forehead, her face slowly came into view, illuminated by the sunlight. Her perfume filled his nose, bringing back memories of safety and comfort. But as her lips approached his face, Alex couldn't help but notice something off about her expression.

First it was a motherly smile, but then it changed. Was it a smirk? A mocking smile? He couldn't tell. Suddenly, he felt as if the warm embrace he had felt just a moment ago turned cold and distant.

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP,* *BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*

The damn alarm clock again.

Alex woke up a bit irritated. He had that dream again. And again he woke up just before he could receive the kiss on his forhead. And just before he could tell what kind of face his mother had that time.

Many years had passed since that moment, one of the first times that Alex was bullied at school and the first time that his mother came up to save him. The first of far too many.

Since that moment the three bullies began to pick more on him, and his mother began to go to his school more often randomly to make sure that her son is okay.

Many of those times she came up just in time to scare away his bullies, but that wasn't enough. And so, she also began to talk more frecuently with the school's staff. But always got the same answer: "We're working in it, we can't make more for your son".

His son came up to home beaten up more often every day and she was incapable of dedicate more time to watch on him because of her work.

The situation was so bad that Alex once hear her talking with her aunt, saying she wish Alex could defend himself.

This was a hard hit to him, but nothing of that mattered anymore, almost ten year had passed since that day, they even lived in another country now. Alex just wished he could stop dreaming with that and move on with his life.

Alex remained lost in his thoughts when the dorm's door suddenly burst open, and a figure charged inside.

The windows were thrown open, and a dazzling stream of sunlight flooded the room. Alex instinctively shielded his eyes with his bed sheets, but they were immediately yanked away from him by the intruder.

He struggled to reclaim his sheets, but it was evident that the intruder was significantly stronger than him. After a few seconds of struggles, Alex realized that he had no chance and resigned himself to surrendering. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was overpowered by the intruder.

His bed sheets were pulled away and the sunlight hit his eyes again. It took him a few seconds to get used to the light. It was an autumn morning, so that the air was fresh and a bit cold, but not too much. Alex took a look around, his room was a bit of messy. Clothes everywhere, some empty glasses, maybe too much empty glasses and a few books laying on the ground.

"Just how much more time you'll be there, eh? Do you have an idea of the time that is?"

As Alex turned his head, he saw his mom standing beside the door, her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. She was the one who had rushed into the room, thrown open the windows, and yanked away his bed sheets. It was time for Alex to get ready for school, and he was already running late.

Alex's mom, Mary, was a stunning woman in her early thirties with a height of 1.73 cm. Alex classmate's used to say that her body was a work of art - her curves were in all the right places, and she had a shapely waist, a pair of full and round breasts that threatened to burst out of her tight clothes, and wide hips that you could die for. Her thighs and legs showed that she was no stranger to exercise. In general Mary's beauty often caught people's attention, making many turn their heads to admire her big ass bouncing as she walked past.

This often provoque lecherous glances on the streets or even some improper comments from the most bold men. Also, it was usual for Alex to have to listen comments about his mom at school.

Some classmates were educated enough and they just said that they found his mom atractive. Other were more mean and whenever they had the chance they began to describe with great detail how much they want to fuck his mom. Making lewd comments about (as they used to call it) *her vulgar body.*

In general Alex was used to this, sometimes he got mad, of course. But he knew that he couldn't do anything about. His mom was going to continue being atractive and people was going to continue making lewd comments about her body.

As for her personality: Mary was a kind and loving mother who cared deeply for her son Alex. She was always there for him, and he knew he could count on her no matter what. Mary's love for her son was evident in the way she always pampered him and fulfilled his every wish. She was kind and affectionate, and Alex always felt safe and loved when he was around her.

However, Mary could also be very strict when it came to discipline matters. She had a firm and strong personality and knew how to maintain order, making sure everyone knows who is in charge in the house. If Alex misbehaved, she would not hesitate to reprimand him and make sure he learned his lesson. But despite her strictness, Mary never stopped loving her son and would always be there to comfort him when he needed it.

"I get it under control, there's no need for you to worry ab...."

"Under control? You don't have nothing under control. I want you ready for school in less than 10 minutes. Do you hear me?

"Yes, I hear y..."

"Seriously. I don't know what is happening with you. You look like one of those black kids. Always lazyn around. That's what you want to be? One of those black guys? Without job, without school? Just wasting time in the streets making nothing with your life?"

"I hear you mom. I'm sorry. I'll be ready in ten minutes'.

And with that, his mom gave him a look of exasperation and left his room.

This monologue about "black guys" wasn't something new.

Alex, Mary and Victor, Alex's father, came from Mexico to U.S. a few months ago, in search of a better life. They bought a home in a conservative city in Texas. Specifically in a racist neighborhood, almost completely full of white conservatives people. Of course they didn't know it until it was too late.

Throughout the months after they bought the house they faced many kinds of racism. From being ignored and hearing some mocking or angry murmurs until being directly confronted. A few times they faced angry people shouting racists things at them.

Things such as; "return to your country" or "We'll build the wall".

Everything became worse when Alex's father was deported. He had some problems with his documents and one morning, in the wee hours, there was a commotion outside their house. The sound of sirens filled the air as ICE officers arrived with a fleet of police trucks.

They shouted through megaphones, demanding that Alex's father come out. The entire neighborhood was awoken by the ruckus, and they all gathered outside to witness the events.

Even thoug Alex and his mom were crying to the officers for "more time", Alex's father was dragged out of the house in handcuffs and thrown into the back of an ICE truck as if he was a filthy dog.

He was never seen again, and his family was left pleading for mercy. From that moment on, the neighbors turned on Alex's family. They were never kind to begin with, but now they became even worse. They were constantly on the lookout for any excuse to have them deported as well.

Ironically, in some way inexplicable for Alex, this just made Mary more eager to please the neighbors. Maybe looking for being acepted as one of them. And the best way she found to achieve it was looking for an enemy in common. That's why she began to talk bad about "those black guys" in any chance she had.

Ironically again, the only friend Mary had in that neighborhood was Tanisha, her neighbor of the next door. Tanisha was a black woman and a single mother of a newborn and same as Mary she got trapped in this neighborhood and was discriminitated and marginalized.

Mary and Tanisha became friends quickly, and actually Mary felt affection for her, that's way she didn't make racists comments about black people in front of Tanisha, but in front of other white neighbors.

Within ten minutes Alex was in the living room, already ready for school.

The living room was modestly furnished with two old sofas positioned at either side and a simple coffee table in the center of the room. A dingy curtain covered the small window, letting in only a sliver of sunlight. Mary had always been ashamed of her Mexican heritage and often tried to hide it from others, sometimes even lying about her background. (As if her appearance, with her dark hair and eyes, and her facial features didn't give her away)

Despite her efforts to hide her background, the house still held a few touches of her culture, including traditional tablecloths and a collection of decorative plates given to her as a gift from her mother. Mary had considered getting rid of these items before, but they were the only remnants of her heritage and It was too hard for her to get rid of them.

Mary descended the stairs, her outfit a striking contrast against the plain decor of the living room. Her leggings clung to her hips and thighs like a second skin, revealing every curve and crevice. The vibrant swirls of deep blues and purples only added to the allure of her ample figure. The waistband sat low on her hips, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin under her top. Speaking of which, her top was a tight-fitting sports bra that barely contained her ample breasts, the neckline plunging so low that it almost revealed her nipples. Every time she moved, the fabric stretched and strained, threatening to burst open. Completing the ensemble were a pair of sleek black sneakers that accentuated her toned legs. Mary was aware that she was revealing a lot of skin, but she couldn't help hoping that by looking desirable, she would finally gain the acceptance from her racists neighbors.

Alex thought that his mom looked extremely attractive in that outfit, and he felt quite flustered. He stole glances at her from time to time and quickly looked away, embarrassed of being caught staring. He didn't even dare to look at her in the eyes.

Both of them left the house and went to the car. And as soon as Mary and Alex stepped outside, they were met with a chorus of disapproving looks from their neighbors. A grizzled, balding man who lived two houses down shot them a sneer of pure contempt, his face twisted in a permanent scowl.

A wrinkled old woman watering her plants glared at them through narrowed eyes, her thin lips pursed in disapproval. Alex could feel the weight of their judgment bearing down on him, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious as they made their way to the car.

The air was thick with tension as they walked, and Alex couldn't help but notice the subtle displays of hostility from some of their neighbors. Doors were slammed shut with extra , curtains were twitched shut, and more than a few people made a show of pointedly ignoring their presence. It was as if they were walking through a minefield, unsure of which step might set off an explosion of anger and resentment.

Alex was aware of the reasons of all this, actually, he was used to it. But after he turned his head looking for support from his mom he found out that she was acting as if nothing was happening. She wasn't just ignoring all that, she was actually pretending that nothing of that was happening.

This bothered Alex, but again. It wasn't something new. It was part of her plan to be "accepted in the society" as she used to call it.

Both of them entered to the car, Mary turned it on and went to school without losing more time.

Along the way neither of them talked too much. From time to time, Alex stole occasional glances at his mother. The truth is, that Alex already had a hard time dealing with all the comments at school. The comments about his mom's revealing clothing and *vulgar body* were already hard enough to handle. But standing at the school entrance, her leggings and top leaving little to the imagination of her figure, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Alex hesitated to broach the topic directly with his mother. What would he say? "Mom, I don't want you to show off so much skin"?. That was something weird for a son to say to his mother, right? Besides, in some way he knew that dressing this way made her happy, and her happiness was what mattered most to him.

Anyway, he decided to take a shot, hopefully she'll take it in a non-offensive way.

"Emh.... mom, can I talk to you about something?" Alex asked hesitantly.

"Of course, baby. What's on your mind?" Mary replied.

"I was thinking that .... maybe you shouldn't carry me to school dressed like that"

His mom's smile faltered. This was followed by a few seconds of awkward silence for Alex.

"Like what?"

"You know," Alex replied, his gaze fixed on his seat. "With the leggings and the crop top.... showing off so much cleavage and all that." replied Alex, avoiding her gaze.

Mary's eyes narrowed, and she tried to suppress a grin that threatened to spread across her face.

"And why is that, baby? Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it. Is just that ... I think you're showing too much... Too much skin I mean.. And sometimes the guys make comments?"

Mary's grin turned into a chuckle, but she quickly composed herself when she saw the look on Alex's face.

"Do they make comments about me?" she asked, trying to sound offended.

This time Mary's answer was quick. She was somehow amused by the idea of young boys of her son's age making comments about her aparience, she found it funny. She didn't want to her son to find out that she was amused and about to burst out laughing, though. That's why, she adopted an strict and slightly offended expression.

"Umhhh .. yes. They make comments about you..."

"And what kind of comments do they make, if I'm allowed to know"

"Well... They say that you're... attractive for your age. Most of the things they say are like that," Alex admitted, looking a little uncomfortable.

Again, the truth is that, as we said it before. Alex's classmates said far more than that Mary was atractive. They often recited monologues talking extensively about details of her breasts. Or talking about how much they wanted to spank, as they called it, her fat ass. But Alex wasn't gonna say those things to his mom, of course. Eventhough if he had do it Mary would had take it with even more humor.

Mary raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her amusement. "Atractive for my age, uh? I see. I suppose I should start wearing turtlenecks and sweatpants from now on in order to not bother you."

Alex shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant. I just... I don't want guys to talk about you like that. I mean I think you're atractive too, but I'm not like them" Added quickly

"It's okay sweetie. I'm not mad with you" Said Mary, placing a hand on Alex's knee and finally dropping the act of being offended and letting out some laughs. "But let me make something clear to you, Alex; " added, with a stricter tone. This time authentic "I dress the way I want to dress. And I'm not going to change my style just because some boys can't control themselves around a woman. It's not my problem if they can't be respectful."

"But Mom..."

"No buts, Alex. This is who I am, and I'm not going to change for anyone. I'm your mother, and I deserve your respect and support. I won't tolerate you making me feel ashamed or embarrassed for being myself." Mary said, still with her hand on Alex's knee. Sending a subtle but clear signal of dominance. She was in charge and her decision was final.

Alex hung his head, feeling disappointed and ashamed of himself for upsetting his mother. He knew he had overstepped, but he couldn't help feeling frustrated that she wouldn't consider his feelings.

"Do you understand, Alex?"

"....." Alex didn't respond, he just kept his head down, feeling a bit of disappointment and anger.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you, young man. It's a sign of respect to your betters"

".. Yes, mom. I understand. .... Sorry."

"Don't worry baby. I understand that you may not like the way I dress. But my decision is final and you will have to get used to it. Got it?" Her tone softening as she gentle caressed Alex's knee. It was clear that even though she was being firm, she still cared for her son's feelings. "Also, I think is cute that you feel jealousy for mommy" *giggles*

"I don't feel jealo..."

"Look, we're here" Alex was interrupted by her mother, as she pulled into a parking spot. " I'll just park here and walk you to the door, honey."

"There's no need for you to go with me, mom, really."

"I know, but I want to. I want to make sure you get in safely. You know that I love to protect my baby boy. Don't you?"

Alex remained silent again, feeling a mix of disappointment and annoyance.

"Don't you, Alex?" His mother insisted.

"Yes... , I know" Alex mumbled.

"That's better. Now let's go, we don't want to be any later."

As mother and son approached the school entrance, Alex noticed some guys looking their way, particularly at his mother. One bald guy that was passing by, even made a show of take off his sun glasses to take a look at Mary's ass bouncing as she walked.

Alex was already feeling embarrassed when he felt his mother's hand squeeze his own. His face grew hot with shame as he tried to pull away, but Mary's grip was too strong for him. He struggled for a few moments but eventually he gave up and resigned himself to being led by his mother's hand like a small child.

A buzz of murmurs and whispers rippled through the school campus as Mary and Alex approached. In this almost completely white town, Mary's striking Mexican heritage made her stand out immediately. Her beauty was already undeniable, but the element of her marked roots drew even more attention from the students that end up finding her *exotic* As Mary and Alex made their way towards the school entrance, the gathering of curious onlookers only grew larger.

As they walked towards the school entrance, a guy with long hair sitting on a bench let out a loud, lewd whistle. Four cheerleader girls started to murmur and grin at them, eventually they pointed their fingers at Mary breaking out into condescending laughter.

Meanwhile, three guys smoking cigarettes under a tree gazed at them silently, their eyes fixed on Mary as if she was a prey being stalked and they were the predators.

As all eyes turned to them, Alex's discomfort grew, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. He found it hard to maintain eye contact, feeling exposed and under the scrutiny of his peers. All this was too much for him and was exactly what he was trying to say to his mom before.

However, when he stole a glance at his mother's face, hoping for some kind of reassurance, he found out that Mary kept her head held high, still leading him by the hand towards the school entrance with a calm expresion and resolute step.

Alex knew that it wasn't that his mother didn't find that offensive. But she was acting as if nothing was happening. Same as she did early, when the neighbors were showing their hatred towards them.

As the murmurs and stares from the other students grew more intense, Alex couldn't understand how his mother could remain so calm and composed despite all the negative attention they were receiving. "How can she act like that in a situation like this?" he thought to himself, his frustration mounting. "Doesn't she realize that all of this is for the way she is dressed?"

But as they walked towards the school entrance, Alex noticed something strange. Was his mom actually smiling? He looked closely and saw a slight upturn in the corners of her mouth, almost as if she found all the attention amusing. He couldn't believe it. Was she really taking pleasure in all of this?

Alex was too distracted by the commotion to be certain. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It was just as in his dream. He couldn't decipher the real intentions behind his mother's expressions.

They walked until the crowd thinned out, leaving behind the noise, lewd looks, and unwanted attention. Finally, Mary and Alex reached the school entrance, with Mary still holding Alex's hand. He loved his mom and knew she only wanted to keep him safe, but sometimes he wished she wouldn't be so overprotective, especially in public.

"Okay, sweetie. We're here now. I'll head to the gym and pick you up later in the afternoon. Is there anything you need before I go?" Mary asked.

"No, Mom, I'm good," replied Alex.

"Wait! Your shirt is untucked. Let me fix it for you," said Mary.

"What? No, it's not necessary."

"What are you talking about? Of course it's necessary. I already told you I don't want you to look like one of those black kids" Mary said, reaching for Alex's shirt.

Alex tried to resist, but Mary was determined to tuck his shirt into his pants. Although there were not as many people around them as before in the campus, a few students still watched with amusement as Mary fussed over Alex.

"Mom, seriously, I can do it myself," said Alex, trying to pull her hands off his shirt.

"Nonsense, I've done this for you countless times. I don't know what's gotten into you lately... Ah! Here it is!"

Suddenly, Mary unbuttoned Alex's pants and lowered the zipper in order to tuck his shirt easier. Alex was shocked. His heart raced and he began to feel a cold sweat on all his body. Immediately stoped of trying to stop his mother and began to take care that his pants don't fall until his ankles. Finally allowing Mary to do as she pleases.

Mary tucked his shirt putting her hands deep into his pants many times. After she finished, she buttoned the pants again and zipped them up, giving a few pats on his butt before let him go.

"That's it. It wasn't so bad right?"

"... no mom"

""And how do we say?"

"... Thank you"

"That's my good boy. Well, I think that's it for now. I have to leave now or I'll be late for the gym"

Just after Mary said that a boy around his son's age, walked towards them. He put his arm around Alex's neck and pulled him towards him, all while grinning mischievously. Alex just looked down whitout say anything.

"Hey, what's up Alex. How are you doing? Is this your mom" Said the boy still smiling pointing his finger at Mary. But Alex didn't answer, so Mary did.

"Hello young man, yes, I'm Mary, Alex's mother. Are you a friend of him?" Asked Mary kindly. Happy to finally meet a friend of his son.

"Of course, Alex and I are best friends, ma'am. I'm Matt. I'm glad to finally met you."

Matt was one of the three boys she had seen smoking by the tree on campus, the same boys who had followed her with their eyes like predators stalking their prey.

He had wavy black hair, tousled and unkempt, and was wearing wrinkled black pants with a white tank top that accentuated his muscular build. He had a few bracelets and a watch on his wrists, His military-style black boots were large and imposing

Despite being a bit taller than Alex, Matt was still shorter than Mary. (As almost all the other boys of his age). However, he made up for it with his impresive physique.

Matt extended her hand and Mary kindly took it, forcing herself to smile despite feeling uneasy around the boy for some unknow reason for her. As they shook hands, Mary's friendly smile was in contrast to Matt's perverse grin, which he tried to pass off as an honest smile.

Matt's eyes lingered on Mary, taking in every detail of her appearance. She felt his gaze on her, studying her, evaluating her. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny.

Alex's grip was strong and firm, He took his time, savoring the feel of Mary's delicate, manicured hand in his own. As a few seconds passed, Mary tried to withdraw her hand. But Matt held on for a few seconds longer, making her feel unconfortable. She didn't want to be rude, so she waited until he finally released her.

Then, Mary felt a shiver run up her spine as Matt's grip tightened momentarily. Until finally, he released her hand. But his grip on Alex's neck remained firm, as if he was asserting dominance over the weaker boy. Making Alex felt humiliated and powerless under Matt's dominant grip, especially in front of his mother.

"Well, was really a pleasure to meet you Matt. Unfortunately I have to go now, but I'd love to have you at home for dinner tonight. What do you think?"

Matt's grip on Alex's neck tightened momentarily, but Mary didn't seem to notice.

"Oh, I'd love that, Mary." Matt replied, still holding Alex's neck tightly. The morning air was still chilly, and Alex was having trouble breathing, but he didn't try to fight Matt's grip.

Mary a smile, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had been gnawing at her since she first saw Matt. Maybe it was just her imagination, or the result of the stress she had lately. She hoped that having dinner with Alex's friend and know him better would help put her at ease.

"It's settled then. See you tonight, Matt," said Mary with a smile, before turning to Alex. "And Alex, honey, I'll be back to pick you up at noon. Have a good day at school, okay?"

Alex nodded, still looking down and struggling to breathe under Matt's grip. Mary's smile faltered slightly as she noticed the tension between the two boys, but she herself to maintain a pleasant demeanor and walked away, feeling Matt's eyes on her back as she left.

Matt waited a moment watching Mary's ass boucing as she walked away. Then turned around still holding Alex by the neck. Then, turning back to Alex, he spoke in a low voice.

"Well, look at that, sissyboy," Matt sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You're one lucky kid to have such a delicious MILF for a mother. I can't wait to spend more time with her tonight." He chuckled darkly, enjoying the discomfort on Alex's face.

"Although I have to be honest," Matt continued. "I was just looking to talk to her and watch her from afar. But now that I'm formally invited to your house, who knows what could happen?" He tightened his grip on Alex's neck, making it even harder for him to speak or even breathe.

Alex remained silent, his face turning redder by the second. But Matt wasn't done taunting him. "Do you think your mommy will want me to stay after dinner?" He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the power he held over the helpless boy.

"........"

"I'm sure she will. I mean, just look at her vulgar body. I'm sure she is for a man, that's why she comes at the school dressed like that. I bet that after dinner she'll send you to your room and she'll ask me to sleep with her. Oh, I'll have such a great time feeling her body. Don't you agree?"

".........."

"Oh, you're so boring as always. Anyway, just because I'll have dinner in your shitty house tonight, doesn't mean you can run away from your responsabilities. It's friday, and you know what that means, don't you? Give me my money, sissy boy."

".........."

"Don't you have anything to say? You know the rules. You owe me, and I don't like waiting." Matt kept pushing.

Alex felt his blood boiling, but he knew he couldn't afford to mess things up with Matt. He had but to keep his mouth shut and take the . But then, something in Matt's words triggered him.

"I have an idea. If you don't give me my money right now I'll go and collect it from your delicious mother. How's that sounds, eh?"

"..... Just shut the fuck up and stop talking about my mom like that!," Alex blurted out, without thinking.

"What?"

"......." Alex remained silent again

"What did you say?" Matt's voice turned icy cold.

Matt began to increase the pressure over Alex's neck again, until his face began to turn red.

"I said; don't ... talk like that... about my mother!!"

Alex couldn't say more because he hadn't more air in his lungs, but his eyes had a fiercy look, looking straight into Matt's eyes. Suddenly, Matt released his grip on Alex's neck and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"Now listen to me carefully, sissy boy. You won't say what I can and cannot say. Do you understand? I'll say whatever I want about your whore of a mother. Are you listening?" growled Matt, his face contorted with rage.

Alex didn't answer but keep looking Matt straight in the eyes.

"I'll show you what happens when you try to tell me what to do," threatened Matt, as he raised his fist.

But suddenly, a hand grabbed Matt's wrist and stopped him. He turned around to see who it was and saw Alex's mother, Mary, standing there with a stern expression. She had a grip on his wrist that made him wince, and her left hand was planted firmly on her hip.

Matt let go of Alex shirt collar and Alex fell on the ground producing a thud.

"Hello, Mary. I thought you were headed to the gym," Matt said, trying to act casual, turning around his body and smiling at Mary as if nothing.

Before respond his comment, Mary tightened her grip on his wrist. "Yes. But I thought that something was off. So I decided to come back. And just look what I found."

"Look, this is not what you think. Alex and I were just playing. That's how we play, you know?

I still look forward go to your house for dinner tonight. Maybe we could know each other better, eh? You could make a good dinner for me, then we could watch a movie, and spend time thogeter" Matt explained, trying to sound calm and convincing.

Mary didn't say a word but simply looked at him, listening to his excuses and lies. She watched as Matt stumbled over his words, trying to cover up his offensive comments about her. But then, Matt crossed the line making an offensive comment about Alex in front of Mary.

"If you want" continued Matt "We could even send sissyboy to his room, eh? and we could be alo...."

As soon as she heard the word "syssyboy" to describe Alex, Mary's eyes opened wide with anger.

In an instant, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap to Matt's face. It was a loud and powerful slap that echoed through the campus causing everyone to stop and stare.

Matt stood frozen in place, his head turned to the side where Mary's slap had landed. His face was red with embarrassment and pain, and he didn't know what to do or say.

Mary stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't you ever speak about my son or any member of my family like that again. Do you understand me?"

Matt didn't reply. He just remained silent.

As Matt stood there, stunned by Mary's slap, the people around them began to laugh and make comments at his expense.

"Looks like that MILF knows how to handle a jerk like you, Matt!"

"Wow, Matt, that bitch put you in your place. Maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut."

"Look at that Matt, that chick knows how to fight. Maybe she's too much for you!"

Everyone around kept laughing and shouting.

Mary quickly approached Alex and scooped him up in her arms, holding him tightly against her breasts. She could feel his body trembling with fear, she saw him facing Matt to defend her. He was so brave. And she knew that now it was her duty to make him feel safe and protected.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here for you," she whispered, planting gentle kisses on his forehead and cheeks. As she stroked his hair and caressed his cheek, looking deep into his eyes to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

Alex leaned his chest against her breasts, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the warmth of her body against his. Then, buried his face in her neck, taking comfort in the warmth and security of his mother's embrace. He felt her strong arms holding him close and knew that he was safe, that nothing bad could happen to him as long as she was there. Mary kept running her hand through his hair, stroking it gently and murmuring soft words of comfort.

"Thank you, mom. Really," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Mary looked down at her son with a soft smile on her lips. She felt a surge of love and pride in her heart, knowing that she had protected her son from harm. She wanted him to know that she was there for him, that she would always be there to protect him and keep him safe.

After a few moments, Alex pulled away from his mother and she gave him a final kiss on the cheek, near his mouth, before helping him to his feet. "Let's get you inside, sweetheart," she said, putting an arm around him and pulling him near her as they walked towards the building. Alex entered the building and Mary observed him as he walked away.

Matt remained frozen in the same spot where Mary had slapped him, his face still turned to the side as the laughter of the onlookers filled his ears. He could feel the anger inside him bubbling up, threatening to explode at any moment.

Mary walked past him, her steps purposeful and resolute. Without a word, she headed towards her car, her back straight and her head held high. Matt turned his head and looked at Mary's big ass bouncing as she walked away. But this time it was not just a funny and kind of lewd look. This time he was full of anger and hate towards Mary. And just one thing was in his head as he looked at her walking away.

"I swear I'll get my for this. Beaner whore."

Matt had a tough time that day, and the days that followed weren't any easier. It was a small school in a small town, and there wasn't much to talk about. As a result, the "Spicy MILF who slapped Matt on the face" became the most popular topic of conversation for a long time.

Whenever Matt walked by a group of people having an entertaining conversation, they would suddenly fall silent.

That wasn't something new anymore, he knew they were talking about what happened. Sadly what happened soon became something already known by everyone at school and began to be boring. That's why people began to add all sorts of details and things that never happened. It didn't even matter anymore if it had sense or not, they just wanted to have something to talk about

"Yes, Alex's mom came to leave Alex, wearing just a swimsuit and high heels, when suddenly Matt attacked her. He tried to touch her tits, but he didn't know that she was a karate teacher."

"Yes, Alex's mom was in his car when Matt tried to her. She called her mafia friends and they beat the shit out of Matt"

Mr. Tucker, a big, muscular teacher that wasn't especially kind to Alex because of his heritage, was really curious about this topic. He wanted to know about every single version about what happened. For some reason he was especially curious about the versions where Mary was wearing just a swim suit and high heels. *(If there is a second or third part, Mr. Tucker will be important)*

*Returning to Matt*

"Matt had to endure all of that and more at school. Although people didn't dare talk about it in front of him, he sometimes overheard their whispers. All of this only intensified the significant anger and hatred that Matt already harbored towards Mary, whom he called *The Beaner Bitch*". However, he was still unsure about how to take on her.

On the other hand, things were never better for Alex. He had to endure more comments about his mother than ever before, and not all of them were nice. Despite this, no one was trying to extort money from him or bully him into doing their homework."

Matt wasn't exactly avoiding him, he just acted as if Alex didn't exist. And Alex was okay with that. And that's how the days passed by for a few months.

Until one day, Matt was in the library taking notes when Alex sat down beside him unnoticed.

The library was big and kind of old, there were many old wood tables, each one with four wood chairs. There were other students in the library as well, but everyone was minding their own business. The overall atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

They worked in silence for a while, with Alex having already noticed Matt's presence but deciding it would be too awkward to leave.

After all, if Matt wasn't being an asshole anymore, what was the harm, right?

After a while, Matt broke the silence.

"Hey, Alex, how's your dad doing?"

Alex didn't reply immediately, and both of them continued taking notes without speaking for a moment.

"My dad?" Alex finally asked.

"Yeah, I heard he was captured by ICE agents. Right?" Matt said calmly, continuing to take notes as he spoke.

Alex stayed silent, trying to keep his emotions in check.

"Rumors say they raided your house early in the morning when all the neighbors were still sleeping," Matt continued "They came with a lot of police trucks and woke up the whole neighborhood."

Alex's heart sank as he remembered the morning his dad was taken away. He and his mom had begged the agents for mercy, falling to their knees and grabbing onto an agent's pants as they pleaded. But the agents were cold and unmoved, pulling away from them and shoving Alex's dad into a police truck.

"Then they came out of your house with your dad in handcuffs. They put him in a truck, and no one has heard anything about him since," Matt said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Alex remained silent, his eyes fixed on his notebook, trying to ignore the pain in his chest.

"Nobody knows anything about him," Alex repeated in a low voice, his eyes fixed on his notebook.

Despite Alex's change in demeanor, Matt continued to speak without acknowledging it, still jotting down notes. "Yeah, that's what I heard. And you know what else I heard? That you and your mom were on your knees, begging those officers to let your dad go," Matt said with a hint of mockery in his voice. "Pathetic, don't you think?"

Alex clenched his fists under the table, feeling a surge of anger rising within him. But he knew he couldn't afford to lose his cool in that situation.

"That's none of your business," Alex replied through gritted teeth.

"I'm just saying what I heard. But you know what? I'm sure he deserves it"

"Don't talk about my dad!" Alex said, his voice shaking with anger.

Matt finally stopped taking notes and turned to face Alex. "I'll talk about him as much as I want. He was a filthy illegal immigrant and that's why he was captured,"

Alex's hidden impulses were awakened, prompting him to stand up and confront Matt.

But Matt wasn't done with him "Yes, your dad was filthy illegal immigrant and I know that you and your whore of a mother are filthy ilegal immigrants too"

Matt's words hit Alex like a ton of bricks. He stood there, speechless, as Matt continued speaking with a cold, calculated tone.

"That's right, while you spent your days enjoying all the attention you got from people talking about your mom as if she was something more than a filthy whore, I did my investigation. I've been investigating both of you. Your life, your family, your friendships and especially your immigration status. Yes, you two decided to mess with the wrong person and I'll make sure to make you pay for that. I swear I'll do."

As Matt spoke, Alex's chest tightened and his heart began to race. He could feel himself losing all of the valor and courage he just had build up over the past few minutes.

He looked over at Matt as he returned his attention to his homework. Was still calm and relaxed, but in reality, he had all the power and control. Alex felt as if he and his mother were dancing in the palm of Matt's hand, and that he could crush them both with a single gesture if he so chose. It was a terrifying realization

He watched in silence as Matt continued taking notes, his eyes fixed on the page as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Alex was struggling to keep his composure. His hands were shaking and his breaths were coming in short gasps. He knew he had to get out of there before he said or did something he would regret.

Without a word, Alex gathered his things and left the room, his head hanging low. He knew that he had been defeated.

Matt remained focused on his work, his pen scratching across the paper as he jotted down his notes. He didn't even bother to glance up as Alex hastily gathered his things and scurried out of the room.

As he worked, a small smirk played at the corners of Matt's mouth. He couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority over Alex and his mother. He knew that they were at his mercy, and there was nothing they could do to stop him. He was in control, and he planned to stay that way.

The was sweet.

Alex was 6 years old again. And he was in the same school as before.

Miss Sarah was inside her classroom, sipping from her coffee cup, as usual. Alex could see her through the open window, sitting at her desk and gazing out at the empty schoolyard. She seemed lost in her thoughts, oblivious to everything happening outside.

The schoolyard was eerily quiet, and there was no sign of any other students or teachers. The only sound was the distant chirping of birds in the trees. The sun beat down on Alex's skin, and he could feel the heat radiating off the dry ground. The air smelled of hot ground and dust.

Out of nowhere, he felt a sudden push from behind and landed on the ground with a loud thud. The taste of dust filled his mouth once again.

Alex quickly turned around, expecting to see Kevin and his gang, but to his surprise, he saw Matt standing there. Matt was around standing there, was around the same age as Alex.

Alex's heart raced as he tried to make sense of why Matt was there instead of Kevin, but he didn't have time to process it. Matt grabbed him by the shirt collar, and Alex could feel his grip tightening.

Then, suddenly, a shadow appeared over them, and Alex felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him. He knew without a doubt that it was his mother, and he felt safe and protected. It didn't matter if it was Matt or Kevin; his mother would always be there to save him and they hadn't a chance against her.

But something was off, Matt wasn't running away crying, like Kevin did so many times before. He stood there, with an eerie calmness that sent shivers down Alex's spine.

Then, Alex saw how the shadow began to shrink, slowly at first, but then it started to fade away completely.

Alex's sense of security was replaced by a growing sense of panic. What was happening? Why wasn't his mom scaring away Matt like she always did? Why wasn't his mom protecting him?

Alex was still being held by Matt when he turned his head towards his mother, hoping for a reassuring look, a sign that she would intervene and stop Matt from hurting him. But instead, he saw her walking away, her high heels clicking on the pavement as she aproached the main gate. Then, she opened the gate and walked out of sight. Alex listened to the sound of her heels fading away until she dissapear completely and his heart sank.

"That was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like that", Alex thought . But he didn't have too much time to get lost in his thoughts. Matt raised his fist and hit him as hard as he could on the jaw.

Alex woke up, finding himself covered in cold sweat, feeling empty and confused. It was the same recurring dream he had been having for years. He had always been so close to discovering his mother's face, but it always seemed to slip away.

But this time everything was different and Alex was trying to understand why, when he heard a soft knock on the door, and his mother walked in.

She was barefoot, with her tight yoga pants clinging to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her toned legs and her butt. Her low-cut sports bra left little to the imagination, showing off her abdomen and pushing her breasts together, creating a tempting cleavage that was on the verge of spilling out. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and a few loose strands framed her face, making her look effortlessly sexy.

As she opened the windows to let in the sunlight, Alex couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Her leggings were a deep black, almost shiny, and hugged her thighs and ass so tightly that it looked like they were painted on. The fabric stretched and strained against her skin, highlighting every curve and contour. As she walked, the material moved with her, emphasizing the sway of her hips and creating a mesmerizing bounce of her buttcheeks

Despite feeling ashamed for his thoughts, Alex couldn't deny that his mother was the most beautiful and sexy woman he had ever laid eyes on.

It was 8 am, the mornings weren't as cold as before. Mary finished opening up the windows and then walked to sit on Alex's bed.

"Hey kiddo, what's going on?" she asked, in a cheerful way as she approached to Alex.

Alex replied, "It's nothing, just a bad dream." He averted his gaze from her, trying to hide his embarrassment at being caught looking at her body. Mary noticed his look over her body, but ignored it.

She also noticed that something was off with Alex as she sat beside him on the bed. She was still smiling and joking, trying to lighten the mood, but her motherly instincts kicked in, and she knew something was bothering her son.

"Hey baby, seriously, what's wrong?" she asked, noticing his distant gaze.

Alex tried to shrug it off at first, but Mary's persistent and caring nature made her keep pushing.

She noticed he was avoiding her gaze and gently lifted his chin with her fingers. "You don't have to be ashamed or hide anything from me, my love. Remember, I'm your mother and I'm always here to listen to you and help you."

Alex sighed, feeling the warm heat of his mother's breath in his nose. "It's just... I had that dream again," Alex finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mary's heart sank as she heard those words, because she knew how much that dream used to affect Alex. She pulled Alex into a warm embrace, holding him close to her. Alex could feel the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body, and he buried his head in her shoulder, taking in the familiar scent of her perfume and the subtle aroma of her shampoo.

"Remember when you were little and you used to climb into my lap when you were scared? You're never too old for one of those hugs, Alex." Mary said playfully, pulling Alex closer to her and placing him over her lap, without giving him time to resist.

As Mary held him, her small top exposed her abdomen and exposed almost completely her breasts. Alex could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, particulary from her armpits. As she stroked his hair and rubbed his back, he felt her breasts and neck pressing against his face, and he could feel her soft lips and breath on his cheek. It was a maternal warmth that enveloped him, and he couldn't help but feel comforted and safe in her arms. Sinking into the familiar scent of her body.

"It's okay, my baby. It was just a dream," Mary whispered into Alex's ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

Alex let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension in his body slowly dissipating as he leaned more into his mother's embrace. He felt her fingers gently running through his hair, and her lips pressing against his forehead, nose, and cheeks, near his mouth. Again and again, each kiss a small reminder of the unconditional love she had for him.

"Talk to me, honey. What happened in the dream this time?" Mary asked softly, her warm breath against Alex's ear. She continued to rub his back in a soothing rhythm, trying to calm his nerves.

Alex hesitated for a moment before finally opening up to his mother. He told her everything about the dream. About Matt, about how she left leaving him there alone.

Mary listened intently, rubbing his back, running her fingers throught his hair and reassuring him with soft words. "It's okay, my baby, it was just a dream," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."

Alex nodded slowly, taking in her words, and he felt a sense of comfort wash over him. He leaned back into her embrace, feeling her arms wrap around him once more, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts against his cheek, and her warm breath against his mouth.

After a while, Mary's cheery demeanor started to shine through again. She joked around, reminding Alex of the time he fell off his bike and got a scrape on his knee. Alex couldn't help but laugh, feeling better already. It was moments like these that made him grateful to have a mother like Mary.

*Four months had passed*

Four months had passed since the day Alex and Matt had that conversation in the library, which had left him deeply affected. So affected that the next day Alex had his last weird dream. That where was Matt instead of Kevin.

As he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mother walked in and opened the windows to let in some fresh air.

"Good morning, sweetie. How are you feeling today?" she asked, hoping for a positive response.

"Morning, Mom. I'm doing okay," Alex replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

His mother sat down on the bed next to him, studying her son's face for any signs of distress.

"I couldn't talk to you yesterday. Is everything going well at school?"

Alex nodded slowly, his mind drifting back to that day with Matt. Despite the passage of time, the memory still haunted him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Matt was still watching him, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The conversation with Matt in the library was four months ago. And even though the first days (or maybe weeks) after that, Alex was horrified each time he crossed paths with Math in a corridor, with time, he began to relax more and more. Matt didn't try anything weird nor talked about the topic anymore. He didn't even talk to Alex at all. People had already forgotten about the incident with his mom and Matt outside the main entrance, and Matt was already spending time with his friends and the popular girls again.

Everything was great except for yesterday. Yesterday Matt didn't show up to school, and Alex knew it because he still kept an eye on him, just in case. Then, when he got home, he saw Matt coming out of his house.

They didn't talk. They just looked at each other in silence while walking. Alex felt his heart race as he tried to read Matt's expression. He saw a small smile playing at the corners of Matt's mouth, but it quickly disappeared. Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As Matt walked away, Alex rushed inside to check on his mom. He was afraid that maybe Matt had done something to her

But there was his mom, wearing a dress and an apron, cooking something for Alex to eat.

"Hello sweetie, lunch is almost ready" Said Mary with a happy smile.

"Mom, did you see Matt just now?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Mary turned to face him, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I saw him. He came to apologize for his previous behavior."

Alex frowned, not believing what he was hearing. "Really? That's.... I can't believe that. You're not just saying that to not worryng me are you?"

Mary chuckled softly. "No, sweetie. What could make Matt that would make me need to lie to you? You know I always have everything under control."

Alex still looked skeptical. "But...but what if he's just pretending? What if he's still up to something?" Insisted Alex

Mary sighed and shook her head. "Oh Alex, sometimes I think you have too much imagination for your own good. You know, when you were little, you used to think that the dog could talk to you."

Alex looked embarrassed "Remember how I had to remind you that dogs can't talk, and that sometimes our minds play tricks on us?" Continued Mary with a hint of seperiority in her voice that made Alex feel a little stupid.

Alex nodded, feeling a flush of shame. He knew his mom was right. He had always been a bit of a dreamer, and sometimes he let his imagination get the best of him.

"I'm sorry, mom. Maybe you're right. I think I just get so worked up sometimes," he admitted.

Mary smiled at him. "It's okay, sweetie. Just remember, mommy always knows best. Now let's sit down and have some lunch. I made your favorite - spaghetti and meatballs."

**Back in the present**

"I'm glad everthing is okay, sweetie. Well, now come down, I already made breakfast. Eat and then get ready. Meanwhile I'll take a shower before take you to school.

"Yes mom."

Alex was seated at the table, eating his breakfast. His thoughts drifted towards the dream again, but he quickly pushed them aside. He was already forgetting about it. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, followed by the sound of the shower running.

For some reason, Alex's attention was drawn to the sound. He began to feel nervous and restless, fidgeting in his seat and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The feeling of unease and anxiety was inexplicable, but it was there, gnawing at him from the inside.

He didn't even realize when he was already walking towards the stairs. His steps were slow and hesitant, as if he was afraid of being caught. Perhaps it was the stress that had built up inside him, or maybe it was the strange feeling of curiosity that had been nagging at him ever since he began to look closer Mary's body.

As he climbed the stairs, he could feel the heat rising in his face, his heartbeat quickening with each step. He tried to focus on his breathing, but the sound of his own footsteps seemed to drown out everything else. The silence in the house was eerie, almost suffocating. His breathing was slow and controlled. As he didn't want to make any sound that could alert Mary. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, the pressure building up, as he moved closer to the bathroom door.

Finally, he reached the top of the stairs and stood in front of the bathroom door. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob. With a deep breath, he turned the handle and pushed the door. His heart racing in his chest.

Alex slowly opened the bathroom door. Careful not to make a sound. As he stepped inside, the sound of rushing water became louder and more intense, drowning out any other noise. The humid air was thick with the scent of shampoo and body wash was filling the air.

The steam from the hot water fogged up his vision, making it hard to see anything at first. But as his eyes adjusted, he began to make out the shapes of the shower and the figure standing underneath the stream of water.

And then, a sound caught his attention - a soft, lilting tune that he knew so well. It was his mother's favorite song, the one she used to hum while cooking dinner or tucking him into bed at night. The melody was comforting and familiar.

As Alex's eyes adjusted to the steam, he could make out the silhouette of his mother's body through the shower curtain. She was standing with her back to him, as she lathered shampoo into her hair.

He was taken aback by the sight of her naked back. He could see the curves of her hips, the smoothness of her skin, and the way her muscles moved as she washed her hair. The scent of her shampoo filled his nose, triggering a flood of memories from his childhood.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he watched her, and for a moment, he forgot why he had come to the bathroom in the first place. He was lost in the moment, entranced by the beauty of the woman before him.

As Mary continued to hum her tune, Alex was struck by a feeling of intimacy. He felt like he was witnessing something private and sacred, something that was not meant to be seen by him. And yet, he couldn't look away.

Mary turned around directly towards Alex. His heart froze for a moment, but then he saw she was still putting shampoo on her hair, with her eyes closed. He let out a sigh of relief. It was as if time had stopped. Alex couldn't believe his luck. He was standing there, staring at his mom as she stood naked and beautiful, under the warm cascading water.

She stood there with her arms above her head, her hands crossed behind her head, as she continued to put shampoo in her hair. Leaving her large breasts in display for Alex. The water slid down her body, caressing every curve and accentuating her beauty. It flowed over her breasts, creating a stream that made its way down her taut belly and disappeared between her legs. Her pubic hair was thick, abundant and shiny from the water. and Alex felt himself becoming aroused at the sight of it. He had never seen his mom like this, and he felt like he was witnessing something magical. Mary continued humming her song as Alex continued admiring her naked body. It was time to leave now before it was too late.

But Mary was still just in front of him, with her naked body at his mercy. Alex could see so clearly each fetail of her body. Her armpits, her large breasts with big aereolas and the entrance at the place where he was born. He was looking at the very same breasts he was fed from when he was a child. He didn't want it to end so soon.

As Alex reached for his smartphone, he felt a rush of excitement and guilt. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about taking a photo of his mother naked, but he wanted to preserve that image for ever. Just as he was about to unlock his phone, he heard a faint noise coming from the shower. And then, suddenly, Mary's eyes snapped open.

In that split second, Alex felt like time had stopped. He and Mary locked eyes, and for a moment, he felt like she could read his mind. But then, without saying a word, Mary closed her eyes again and went back to humming her tune. Alex felt his heart racing as he quickly backed away from the door and hid behind a nearby wall. He held his breath, wondering if Mary had caught him in the act.

Seconds passed, and when he finally peeked out from his hiding spot, he saw that Mary was still humming to herself, seemingly unaware of what had just happened. Alex let out a sigh of relief, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. He knew he had played with fire and he couldn't help but wonder if Mary had caught him.

Alex returned to his room and began to get ready. Then, after a while Mary called him to go to school. Alex went down the stairs and entered the living room. But as soon as he entered he got shocked.

Standing in the center of the living room was his mom, her once-familiar appearance completely transformed. She wore a tight, pink mini skirt that hugged her curves and accentuated every sway of her hips. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, outlining every curve and dip, and stopping just long enough to not be mistaken by underware.

The white top that Mary wore hugged her breasts tightly, accentuating the natural contours of her figure. The low-cut neckline plunged down to the middle of her chest, revealing an ample amount of cleavage that was hard to ignore. The fabric of the top was thin enough that the outline of her bra could be seen, adding to the allure of the outfit. her flat abdomen visible, toned and smooth.

Her high heels added at least 12 cm to her height, elongating her already toned legs. It was as if she had stepped out of a porn magazine, and Alex couldn't believe his eyes.

"This had to be a joke, right? She wasn't planning to take him to school dressed like *that*. Right?" Alex thought to himself.

"Mom?" Alex asked, his voice shaking.

Mary turned around and gave Alex a bright smile. "Hi, sweetie."

"Hi mom... What are you wearing?" Alex asked, trying not to sound too judgmental.

My normal clothes, baby" Mary replied, a smile playing on her lips.

"Well,... " Alex began. "I think your normal clothes are showing off too much. And I thought we had talked about it before."

Mary's smile faded, and her expression turned serious. "Yes, we did talk about it before. And I thought I told you then, that if you didn't like how I dress, you had to put up with it, sweetie."

"But... you can't go to my school dressed like that," Alex protested.

"I can go anywhere I want dressed like this. I'm a grown woman and I can dress however I like," Mary said firmly.

Alex remained silent. But after a few seconds he spoke again. "Mom, are you sure you want to go out dressed like that?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

Mary turned to face him, a smile on her lips again. "Of course, sweetie. Why not?"

"Because you look like a... a... " Alex couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

"A what, Alex?" Mary's voice was now icy cold.

"I don't know. A hooker, maybe?" Replied Alex. Finally losing the cold.

Mary's face turned red with anger. "How dare you speak to me like that, young man!"

"I'm sorry, Mom. But you're taking me to school, remember? My classmates will see you."

Mary's tone grew sharper. "I don't care what you or your friends think, Alex. I'm not going to change who I am just to please you"

"But you're embarrassing me! You look like a...." Alex protested.

"Stop right there," Mary interrupted. "I don't want to hear another word of that sentence. You will speak to me with respect, young man. Do you understand?"

Alex opened his mouth to retort but thought better of it. He knew better than to argue with his mother when she was in a mood like this. He just lowered his head and didn't answer.

"I've told you many times to answer me when I'm talking to you. It's a sign of respect to your betters. Don't forget that."

Alex lowered more his head, feeling small and ashamed. He felt completely controled by his mom. "Sorry, Mom....I understand"

"Good," Mary said, her voice now calm again. "Now let's get you to school."

As the gave a few stephs, Alex couldn't take it anymore. "Mom, I can't do this. I can't go to school with you dressed like that. Seriously. You have to understand that you look like a cheap whore."

Mary's patience snapped, and she reached over to deliver a hard slap across Alex's face. "I've had enough of your disobedience, young man. I am the one in charge, and you will do as I say. Do you understand?"

Alex remained with his head down, saying nothing. A tear threatening to roll down his cheek.

Mary noticed that Alex wasn't looking at her, so she grabbed his chin and him to make eye contact. "I said, do you understand?" Mary was already taller than Alex even when barefoot. But now, with such high heels, the difference in height was really noticeable, and Alex had to tilt his head back significantly to be able to look her in the eye

Alex winced a little from the grip on his chin, but quickly nodded his head. "Yes, Mom. I understand."

Mary didn't respond immediately, letting the silence stretch out between them, looking each other in the eyes. Finally, she broke the silence. "Good, because I'm the boss here, and you need to learn to respect that. Remember that you have to obey your mommy, Alex. " she said, her voice soft, looking deep into his eyes. Still grabbing Alex by his chin. "Now that we understand each other let's get in the car and get you to school on time." Said, finally letting go of Alex's chin.

She moved aside, allowing Alex to pass, but not before placing a firm hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in a way that made it clear who was in charge. As they walked out to the car,

Alex could hear the sound of his mother's heels clicking against the ground and couldn't shake off the feeling of humiliation. He hated feeling so small and powerless, but he couldn't help but obey his mother.

Alex climbed into the car and buckled his seatbelt, feeling a knot forming in his stomach. He didn't even look at his mother as she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

Mary immediately noticed the tension in the air. She tried to make eye contact with Alex, but he kept staring out of the window, refusing to acknowledge her. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the engine.

After 20 minutes, Mary sighed and turned to Alex. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to lose my temper like that. It's just...All of this has been too much for me lately."

Alex didn't respond at first, still feeling hurt and angry. But after a moment, he softened a bit and turned to his mom. "It's okay, Mom. I forgive you. But...why did you hit me?"

Mary took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.

"I... I had a though day yesterday and I'm not handling it very well. But I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you.... It's...complicated. You see, there's a reason why I'm dressed like this. But I can't really explain it to you. It's...it's just something I have to do, okay?"

Alex looked at her, confused. Did she had a thoug day yesterday? Yesterday was the day that Alex saw Matt comming out of their house. There was something strange about it "I don't understand, Mom. What reason could there be for dressing like that? And why can't you explain it to me?"

Mary shook her head, looking away. "It's just...it's personal. It's a grown-up thing, and I'm not sure that you could understand, baby."

Alex frowned, he didn't like being treated like a child. But he could see that his mom was upset, so he decided to drop it for now. "Okay, Mom. I trust you."

Mary smiled, grateful for her son's understanding. "Thank you, honey. And I'm sorry again for what happened. I promise it won't happen again."

The rest of the car ride was still awkward, but the tension had lessened somewhat. As they pulled into the school parking lot, Alex noticed that Mary had packed two lunches instead of one. He looked at her quizzically, but didn't say anything. Mary handed Alex one of the lunches and gave him a hug. "Let's go baby. I'll walk you until the building." Said.

As Mary and Alex exit the car, they were immediately greeted by a throng of students who have gathered to watch. Mary's outfit was certainly attracting too much attention. As people openly stare at her, their eyes fixed on her vulgar body as if were on display for them.

As the crowd begins to grow, some of the boys become emboldened and start to catcall and shout lewd things at Mary. Despite the unwanted attention, Mary takes Alex's hand and walks confidently, with her head held high, showing no signs of discomfort.

Alex, on the other hand, is visibly uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot and glancing nervously around him. With each catcall towards his mother, his anxiety and embarrassment only grow.

However, he takes comfort in the fact that his mother appears unfazed by the attention, and he holds her hand tightly as they make their way through the crowd.

The noise level around them steadily rises as more and more students gather around them. Students around Alex's age begin to shout lewd comments at Mary, while others whistle and cheer. The situation is made worse by a group of cheerleaders standing nearby, giggling and pointing at Mary's outfit. Alex can't help but glance in their direction and sees a mixture of amusement and disdain on their faces.

Most of the guys in the crowd begin to take pictures and videos with their smartphones, further adding to the chaos. Suddenly, a pair of guys step out from the crowd and begin to shout

"Hey mami, why don't you come over here and give me a little kiss?"

"Hey, mamacita. With those tits you and me could have a great time together. I can even make you another son. A better son" pointed glancing at Alex. "What do you think?"

Mary's expression doesn't change as she calmly ignores the boys and continues walking leading Alex by the hand. However, Alex can feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, and he can't wait for this ordeal to be over.

Mary and Alex kept walking until they were far away from the group of people.

Mary and Alex walk hand in hand towards Alex's classroom, Alex could heard the sound of Mary's heels echoing through the empty hallways. Suddenly, Mary stops and bend down to be at eye level with Alex, her 12 cm high heels making her tower over him even more than usual.

As Mary leaned over, Alex's eyes were drawn to her ample cleavage on display. Despite feeling a slight flush of embarrassment, he couldn't help but take in the sight before him. He struggled to maintain eye contact, finding it increasingly difficult with her breasts so prominently on display just in front of him. The temptation was almost too much to resist.

"Alex, sweetie," Mary says, gently rubbing his cheek, "Mommy has something important to do. You're a brave boy and can go to class by yourself, right? Can you do that for me?"

"But, won't you come with me until the door?" Alex asked, looking up at her.

Mary smiled gently. "No, my dear. You're a big boy now and you can do it on your own. Besides, i just told you I have something important to attend to. But I'll tell you what, if you behave tomorrow and don't make a scene like today, I'll come with you wherever you want."

She adds with a teasing glint in her eye.

Alex looked down at his feet, feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to cause a scene."

Mary placed a finger under Alex's chin and lifted his head so he would look at her. "It's okay, honey. But you need to learn to control yourself. You can't always have your way. Now, be a good boy and go to your class. Mommy loves you," she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead before standing up and walking away.

As Mary stood up and began to walk away, Alex couldn't help but notice how her skirt swayed with the rhythm of her wide hips, revealing a hint of her lacy underwear. The sound of her high heels clicking on the pavement echoed in his ears.

As Alex watched his mother walk away, he couldn't help but think about how dependent he had become on her due to her overprotective attitude towards him throughout his life. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed his mother carrying the second lunchbox he saw in the car, which struck him as suspicious. He also saw her heading towards The Forest. Alex couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off and decided to follow her.

The Forest was an eerie place, created by the union of three old buildings and several gnarled, old trees. The buildings had long been abandoned, their halls empty and their windows shattered. The trees were so tall and their branches so thick that they cast deep shadows on the area, even in the middle of the day. All of this gave The Forest an air of mystery, as if it were a place where secrets and whispers lingered.

But in reality, The Forest was just a popular spot for the school's "in" crowd to hang out, smoke, and drink. There were rumors circulating about that, in fact, they actually do there *too much more* But no one dared to venture too close without an invitation. It was a place reserved for the cool kids only, and anyone else who tried to infiltrate would be swiftly kicked out - Just with a warning in the best of the cases.

Alex cautiously trailed behind his mother as they ventured further into The Forest. His eyes darted around the trees, scanning for any potential threats, and his ears were alert for any sounds out of the ordinary. He kept his distance from his mother, not wanting to give away his position, but also ensuring that he didn't lose her. They kept walking as the dense trees were swallowing them deeper and deeper into the woods.

As they approached the small clearing that was in the center of The Forest where the three old buildings made a small square similar to a park's, Alex began to hear voices. Faint at first, but they grew louder with each step. Laughter and chatter filled the air, and Alex realized it was Matt and his friends.

Then, he spotted Matt and his friends lounging on the remains of the old buildings. There were some cheerleaders too. They were giggling, wearing their colorful uniforms and sitting on the boy's laps. The boys were chatting and laughing, while sipping on drinks and smoking.

Alex's heart raced as he watched from the distance how his mom was walking straight towards them. Alex quickly ducked behind a nearby bush, trying to make sense of what was happening. The suspenseful moment hung in the air as Alex waited and watched, wondering what his mother was up to.

Mary stood just in front of Matt, everything was silent for a moment as the boys scanned her up and down with lewd looks. The girls giggled among themselves, amused by the situation.

Matt finally broke the silence, his voice oozing with smugness. "You look good, Mary. I'm glad you're dressed as I told you."

Mary didn't answer immediately, her head down as she swallowed nervously. "I'm glad you like it. I brought your lunch too," she said, handing Matt the second lunch Alex had seen in the car.

"Thank you for bringing me my lunch, Mary," Matt replied as he took it. A hint of teasing in his voice. "It's good to see you're able to remember what you're told."

"If that's everything you need, I'll leave now," Mary said, trying to turn and leave.

But Matt grabbed her wrist, his grip tightening.

"Wait, not so fast. Why don't you sit with us?" He patted the empty space beside him.

Mary hesitated, looking around nervously. "I...I can't. I'm late for other things."

"But this is more important," Matt insisted, increasing the pressure on her wrist.

Finally, Mary relented and sat down beside him.

Alex couldn't believe what he was seeing. Why was his mother making lunch for Matt? And why was she seeing him in a place like this? He wanted answers, so he kept watching from a distance, determined to figure out what was going on.

The group continued talking as before Mary's interruption. The girls, still over the boy's laps, were talking some gossips about other girls from the school and the boys were talking about the deliver of some "things". They didn't use a especific word for the "things", so that, Mary couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Mary was sitting in the middle of everyone but no one was paying attention to her. She began to feel ignored. She knew that it was ridiculous because, for starters she didn't even want to be there and she didin't care at all about those kids. But she couldn't shake off the feeling of being ignored and neglected.

After a while Matt finally talked to her.

"What did Alex think about your outfit, Mary?" Asked with a mischevous grin.

"He... Didn't like it.. " Mary replied, remembering the fight with her son that morning because of her outfit. She felt bad for slapped him, but she was under too much pressure and when Alex began to insist on the subject, she lost control.

"Oh, didn't like it? And why's that?" His grin grow wider

"He thought...."

"He thought what, Mary. Speak properly."

"He thought that... I was showing too much skin. And that I was gonna to embrrassed him at school..."

"*Sigh* That Alex don't know to apreciate you Mary. How can he feel embarrassed about you?... But I apreciate you." Said Matt as he put a hand over Mary's knee. "To be fair, I have to say you're in fact, showing too much skin, though..... Don't you agree?"

"....." Mary didn't answer, she just kept her head down. Everyone was looking at her with amused looks on their faces.

" And that's because I told you to. Right?" Said Matt as he began to caress Mary's thigh. "I want you to show of as much skin as possible, Mary. I want to show you off to everyone. Do you understand?"

"....." Mary kept in silence, avoiding eye contact with Matt.

"I told you yesterday to answer me when I'm taking to you. You, dumb slut. It's a sign of respect to your betters. Don't forget it" Said Matt as he took Mary's chin and made her look at him.

"Yes, Matt. ... I understand"

"Good. And do you know what to do now, right?"

"... Yes"

And without saying another word, they began to kiss each other.

As Matt and Mary kissed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. With his right hand, he cupped her face, gabbing her cheek. His left hand found its way to her hair, grasping a handful of strands tightly. Mary's hands hung limp at her sides. As their kiss deepened, Matt's grip on Mary's hair became firmer, and she let out a soft moan.

Her hands began to clench into fists when Matt began to pull her hair back as he continued kissing her, so that now her face was just under his. He let go her face from the grip of his right hand and without even asking for her opinion, began to aggressively grope her brests.

Alex still watching from his hiding spot, his heart sinking as he saw their kiss intensify. He couldn't believe that his mother would do something like that with his bully, especially after all the things he did to him.

Alex's eyes welled up with tears as he saw Matt's hands gropping his mom's breasts. The same breasts he was watching that very morning when he spied on her.

He wanted to turn away and run, but he was frozen in place, unable to tear his gaze away from the painful scene unfolding before him.

Mary's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. .......

As Matt deepened their kiss, he began to use his tongue. With Matt's face over his mother's, kissing her so intensely. To Alex, it seemed as if he was trying to devour her. He had never seen anything like it before.

But after a few seconds, Matt pulled away from Mary, still tightening his grip on her hair.

"Use your tounge too. You, stupid wetback slut" Matt said to her just before slapping her on the face.

Upon seeing this, Alex clenched his teeth in frustration and anger, but remained still. He convinced himself that he had no chance of going alone against all of them, and that it was better to wait for a better chance.

Everyone began to laugh and make comments about Mary as Matt resumed his kiss.

"Hey Matt, it seems that you have to teach this wetback bitch some manners" Said playfully a blonde cheerleader that semmed too much interested in Mary.

This time, both of them were using their tongues. Matt was pulling back her hair so hard that, in order to reach Matt's mouth, Mary had to stick out her tongue so much that Alex could see every detail of their kiss from his hideout.

Tears began to run down Mary's cheeks, but Matt continued kissikg her, gropping and fonding her breasts agressively until he was satisfied.

Then, he yanked Mary's head back, but didn't let go of her hair.

When Matt finally pulled away from Mary, Alex finally could have a clear view of her mother's appearance.

She was an absolute mess. Her lipstick was smudged and her mascara had run down her cheeks with tears. Her hair was disheveled, strands sticking to her face and neck. She looked like a wreck. Meanwhile, Matt looked unfazed. He wiped the remaining lipstick from his lips with his free arm, grinning smugly down at Mary.

"You know what, Mary?" Asked Matt as he began to caress Mary's cheek. "I don't feel bad for you. In fact. I think that you deserve all of this"

Matt continued to exert pressure in his grip on Mary's hair, forcing her to look up at him. But she could still see with her peripheral vision how all the boys around began to stand up and approach her, all with malicious smiles and threatening looks. The cheerleaders giggled as they pulled out their cellphones and prepared their cameras.

"Now, all of us will have some fun. Right, Mary?" Continued Matt as he pull out his member and dropped it on Mary's face. Mary remained still, on her knees looking up, still strongly held by the hair.

Matt's dick was amazing in both, lenght and grossor. Even when flaccid, it was large enough to cross her entire face from her chin to her forehead.

They remained in that position for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes without say a word. Alex's dick resting on Mary's face. The cheerleaders were taking pictures and the boys around were beggining to pull Mary's clothes away.

A tear began to fall from her cheek, and Matt wiped it away with his thumb, smiling at her.

To understand why all the events in The Forest happened in the way they did, we have to go back to yesterday. They day where Matt didn't attend school and Alex saw him comming out from his house.

At around 10am on a beautiful morning, the sun was shining and the air was fresh. The only sound outside was the melodic singing of birds.

Mary was already in home.

Mary had already returned home after dropping off her son Alex at school and finishing her gym routine. Now she busied herself with household chores, making sure everything was clean and tidy, and preparing lunch for when Alex returned home.

Since Alex's father was away in an unknown location, Alex was now the man of the house. Mary focused all her attention on him, making sure to pamper and serve him. She wanted everything to be perfect for him when he got back, so she made an effort to attend to every detail. Mary was trying to not think too much about her husband, because that only made her sad and she couldn't do anything about it

Mary looked absolutely stunning in her dress and apron. The deep red hue of the dress perfectly complemented her warm complexion, while the crisp white apron accentuated her trim waist.

The dress gently hugged her curves, highlighting her natural beauty. Her matching red high heels made her legs look long and shapely emphasizing her grace and poise.

Her hair was styled in loose waves, which framed her face and accentuated her striking features. Her makeup was subtle and elegant, highlighting her natural beauty without overpowering it. Her full lips were painted a soft shade of pink, and her eyes sparkled with just a hint of mascara and eyeliner.

Suddenly, Mary heard a firm knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone, so she felt a bit unsettled as she went to answer it. But when she opened the door, she saw Matt standing outside.

Mary remembered Matt quite well. She had met him a few months ago when she dropped off her son at school. At first, Matt pretended to be a friend of her son's, and even managed to get invited to their house. But soon after, he revealed his true colors as her son's bully.

Mary quickly caught on to what was happening and taught Matt a lesson. After that, she didn't hear from him again. Her son told her that Matt had stopped picking on him, and for Mary, that was enough. But now, here he was standing in front of her once more.

"Good morning, ma'am," said Matt with a calm smile.

Mary was taken aback by Matt's composed demeanor. "What do you want, kiddo?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Matt let out a sigh. "Listen, ma'am. I know you're still mad at me. But I've had some time to think things over, and I understand better now. May I come in? I'd like to talk to you about it."

Mary was surprised by Matt's mature response. She couldn't believe that he was the same age as her son Alex, who never seemed to speak with such confidence and poise. Matt's unexpected composure caught her off guard, and she found herself lowering her defenses for a moment. "Oh... I see. Sure, you may come in," she said, her voice faltering slightly.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Matt, as he walked into the house. And they went to sit down in the living room.

"So, I guess you came to..." Mary began, her voice trailing off uncertainly.

"I'm here for an apology." interrupted Matt smoothly. Mary couldn't help but notice the confident tone in his voice. As if in a subtile way he was letting clear that he wanted to lead the conversation.

"I see. Well, why the sudden change, Matt?" Mary asked, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Matt let out a sigh. "Firstly, may I call you Mary? I think that if we're going to talk as adults, it's best to forget all those silly things about 'ma'am' and 'kiddo'. Don't you agree?"

Mary was taken aback once again. She didn't like the idea of Matt, a classmate of her son, calling her by her name. But he was being too mature, and she found herself feeling a bit ridiculous calling him "kiddo." Up until now, she had clung to the notion that she was the adult and he was the child, but Matt's demeanor made her realize that he was no longer just a child. She thought that insisting on calling him "kiddo" would make her look petty, so she accepted Matt's suggestion with a nod.

"Sure...Kid-.. I mean, I agree, Matt," she finished, her voice a little nervous. She couldn't shake the feeling that Matt was in control of the situation, and she was just along for the ride.

"I'm glad we understand each other Mary." Said Matt. He was relaxed and controled.

"So, I guess you come to...." Started Mary

"I'm here for an apology, Mary," interrupted Matt. He made a long pause, looking deep into Mary's eyes. During the silence. Mary tried to speak a few times but hesitated as she felt the weight of Matt's gaze on her. She couldn't help but feel inferior to him, despite seeing him as just a kid

"I've been thinking in the day where we met each other," He made another pause, looking deep into Mary's eyes during the silence

"The day where-..." started Mary

"Mary, let me finish." said Matt, cutting her off as she tried to speak. Mary was taken aback by Matt's interruptions, feeling as if her voice was being silenced.

"As I was saying before you interrupted me" Continued Matt "I been thinking too much in that day, you know? The day where you slapped me in front of everyone."

Mary shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was starting to feel uneasy about the whole situation, and Matt's intense gaze only added to her discomfort. She tried to speak up again, but again, Matt spoke over her.

"You see, Mary, I've come to the conclusion that you owe me an apology. I had too many problems because of what you did."

"What I did?!" replied Mary, her voice rising in offense. "Are you being serious?!"

"I'm being totally serious," replied Matt calmly, holding Mary's gaze. "I had many friends in school, you know? I was respected. But after what you did, I had to endure all sorts of jokes and humiliations. I even almost lost an important business opportunity because my partners didn't think I was going to be able to fulfill my part of the deal if I was humiliated by *someone like you.*"

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?" Mary's anger was starting to boil.

"Don't distract yourself, Mary. The point is that I'm here for an apology."

"Well, go ahead then. I don't see the moment for you to apologize and then leave my house," said Mary in an annoyed voice.

"Don't pretend you're not understanding," replied Matt, still calm and collected. "I'm here to hear an apology from you. I want you to apologize for the problems you caused me."

"What?!" Mary practically shouted. "You have to be kidding me. You can't be serious. Me, apologizing to you? Don't make me laugh, kiddo. I don't care if people mocked you after I beat the shit out of you. I did it because you deserved it. You were bullying my son, and you know what? I'd do it again. Oh, I was such a fool...I thought for a moment that you had changed. I even invited you in. But I've had enough of this nonsense. Get out of my house," she finished, her voice seething with anger.

Matt didn't move a muscle, his eyes never leaving Mary's. "Are you finished? If you're finished, I'd like you to sit down again."

"No! Aren't you listening? I want you out of my house. N-O-W," Mary spat out, her face twisted in fury.

Matt let out a deep sigh and slung his backpack onto the chair next to him. He reached inside and retrieved a folder, its contents bulging against the sides. Without saying a word, he placed the folder onto the table just in front of Mary.

Mary's frustration with Matt's attitude was palpable, but as she glanced at the top document, she saw the word "Immigration" printed in bold letters. Despite her reservations, she knew she couldn't ignore the importance of the paperwork.

As Matt handed Mary the documents, she couldn't help but feel a knot form in her stomach. Her hands trembled as she opened the folder and scanned through the pages. With each passing moment, her heart sank deeper and deeper. These were documents that proved her status as an illegal immigrant, just like her son's.

Matt observed Mary's frightened expression with a sense of satisfaction. It was clear that she was realizing the gravity of the situation. He had her right where he wanted her. He leaned back in his chair and continued talking. "Yes. It took me a time to collect all the information I needed. Well, will you take sit again, or not?"

Mary's mind was racing, filled with a mix of emotions: fear, desperation, anger. How had she let this happen? She had been so careful for years, always avoiding any situation that could lead to her being discovered as undocumented. But now, in a matter of seconds, Matt had exposed her.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she took seat slowly. With a sacared look in her face and without losing Matt from view.

"I'm glad you're able to understand what is told to you, Mary." Said Matt. With a teasing smile on his face. "Now. What about that apology, eh?"

In that moment, Mary realized just how much power Matt held over her. She couldn't help but feel like a pawn in his game, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to face the consequences of his next move. As Mary noticed this, her eyes widened in terror. She knew what that would mean. She could lose everything - her job, her home, her family, could lose even her name. She had but to comply with Matt's demands.

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sound of Mary's shaky breaths.

After a moment Mary broke the silence "I ... I....I'm sorry Matt, please forgive me." Finally said.

"Mhh... I don't like it. If you want me to forgive you I think you should call me 'merciful lord', don't you think?" Say Matt in a playfull voice.

Mary felt a wave of shame wash over her. Was she really going to herself for the enjoyment of a boy of her son's age and call him lord? But no matter how hard she thought about it, she knew she had .

"I... I'm sorry please, forgive me... o merciful lord." She said sheepishly, avoiding Matt's gaze.

Matt shoke his head again. “No. Not good enough. You should say ’would you please…”

“Would you please. Forgive-” Began Mary.

“No-no-no. You have everything wrong. Get on your knees first.” Mary took a deep breath and knelt down. She looked up with tears in the corners of her eyes. “Would you…”

“Stop. I changed my mind. Put your forehead on the floor and join your hands at your back.”

Tears of shame and desperation freely flowing down her face, Mary slowly bowed down and joined her wrists. She couldn’t believe the surreal situation she found herself in. This was definitely the most humiliating moment of her life.

“Would you please, forgive me…”

“Oh no!” exclaimed Matt once again. Mary closed her eyes with frustration, knowing full well he would somehow make this even more humiliating for her. “Maybe you should refer to yourself as ‘this whortless beaner whore’ while begging for my forgiveness. That is what you are, right? A worthless beaner slut?” Tears gushed out of Mary’s reddened eyes. She always felt insecure about her Hispanic heritage and this was the ultimate degradation.

“Would you please, o merciful lord, forgive this worthless beaner whore, please?” she said softly, with a trembling voice.

“Louder!”

“Would you forgive this worthless beaner whore, o merciful lord, please… please?” she repeated.

“Better. Now kiss my feet and say it again.”

Mary swallowed the remaining crumbs of her pride and kissed his feet one by one. She carefully and audibly repeated the humiliating phrase once again. She was sure that even this wouldn’t be enough for him, and he’d make her herself even further.

“Fine!” Mary didn’t move. Was her freefall into this bottomless chasm of disgrace over?

Matt put his foot under the MILF’s chin and pushed her up. Mary immediately followed the implied command and raised her head.

"I'm not forgiving you yet, whore. But you're in the right track. Now, start to undressing" Said Matt with a cold voice, looking straight into her eyes.

Mary stood in silence in front of Matt a few seconds, beg for apologies eventhough she didn't nothing wrong was one thing, but get naked in front a classmate of her son? This was too much. Maybe she still could talk her way out of that situation.

"Listen, Matt," Mary stammered, "I understand that you're upset, but asking me to take off my clothes in front of you is crossing a line."

But Matt wasn't interested in hearing her excuses. His voice grew louder, and his demeanor more threatening.

"Don't make me repeat myself, whore. I want you naked now. And I want you to do it in front of me."

Mary swallowed, this kid wasn't playing. Mary's body trembled as she reluctantly reached behind her to untie her apron. She knew this was wrong, but she didn't want to anger Matt any further

As Mary took off her apron and placed it on the table, Matt's eyes fixated on her. He couldn't help but notice that she was still wearing her dress underneath the apron. "What are you waiting for? Take it off!" He commanded, his voice filled with authority.

Mary hesitated for a moment, feeling exposed and . She was taller than Matt, and with her high heels, the difference in height was even more noticeable.

But despite her size advantage, she knew that Matt had all the power in this situation.

With trembling hands, she began to unbutton the top of her dress, revealing her neckline and brassiere. The buttons trailed down to her belly button, and then she placed her hand on the side zipper of her dress. As she unzipped the rest of the dress, she felt a rush of cold air on her skin.

Despite her size, and despite being older than him, Mary felt small and in front of Matt. She knew he was enjoying the power he had over her, and it made her feel sick to her stomach. But she had but to comply with his demands. Now, Mary was just standing there in her underwear, feeling exposed and humiliated.

Matt on the other hand couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he looked at Mary standing before him, exposed and . He knew he had complete control over her, and he relished in that power.

"Now get rid of the rest, you supid cow." Said Matt with a smirk.

As Mary continued to undress, Matt's eyes remained fixed on her, a smug smile forming on his lips. Mary could feel his gaze on her, causing her to shiver with discomfort and shame. She knew she had but to comply with his demands if she wanted to avoid any further repercussions.

With shaking hands, Mary unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment as her breasts were exposed to the cold air of the room. She then reached down and slipped off her panties, standing before Matt completely naked.

As Matt looked her up and down, Mary felt a wave of disgust and anger wash over her. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to be put in this position, and she knew that she would never forgive herself for it. But for now, all she could do was wait for Matt's next command, her body trembling with fear and anticipation.

"You look good, beaner whore," Matt said, admiring Mary's naked body. "Now, I want you on your knees. And look at me in the eyes while you do it."

Reluctantly, Mary knelt down in front of Matt, her eyes never leaving his. Matt walked forward and placed a hand under Mary's chin, tilting her head back in an uncomfortable way.

"Look at this Mary," he said, his tone condescending. "This is where you belong, on your knees before me. You are nothing but a pathetic, stupid, wetback slut who will do anything I say." Mary's eyes burned with anger and humiliation as Matt's words echoed in her head. She had never felt so powerless in her life, and she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"But you know what?" Continued Matt beggining to lost the calm"I didn't even wanted things to come up to this. That day, I was just looking for look at you from near, talk to you a little and then watch your fucking fat ass as you walk away"

"Then, you invited me to your house. Great, don't you think? I thought it was great too. I wasn't really planning to do anything. Yes, I teased Alex a bit, but I just was gonna have a fucking dinner at your fucking house and that was everything." Said as he increased the pression on Mary's chin "You know what? During dinner maybe I could have get to know Alex better, maybe we could have become friends, or at least maybe I would have stopped to pick on him. But no one knows. And no one knows because you decided to give me a fucking slap, humiliating me in front of the whole fucking school, you fucking whore!"

Matt had already lost all the calm. He was squeezing her cheeks with his hand, making her lips protrude and preventing her from speaking. Now Mary was really scared, but she stayed put.

"Well, I'm sorry...I lost the control a bit... I was just trying to explain to you why I didn't want things to came up to this. But now that we are in this..."

Suddenly, a hard slap crossed Mary's face. Matt slapped her with all his strenght making her fall to the ground. "Yes. That was what I felt. Now get up, whore".

Mary was with her face on the ground, but she knew that she had to put up with this. She used her hands to go back to kneel in front of Alex.

She was expecting another slap, but suddenly, Matt unzipped his pants and pulled out his member placing it directly in front of Mary's face. It was the largest and most impressive member Mary had ever seen in her life. Even the adults she had been with could not compare.

The heat radiating from it was palpable, and the strong scent filled her nostrils, overwhelming her senses. She was mesmerized, feeling weak and small in its presence, completely insignificant as she gazed upon it. The sheer size and power of his manhood left her feeling humiliated and degraded, a mere plaything at his mercy.

"I always knew you were a cock - hungry whore, but you just gonna sit there staring at it or you gonna get to work?" Matt taunted Mary with a sneer. Mary hesitated for a moment, but before she could respond, he grabbed her by the hair and thrust his member into her mouth.

At first, Mary resisted, pushing against Matt's thighs with her hands and trying to pull away. But Matt was way stronger, and he held her head firmly in place, forcing her to take more and more of him into her mouth.

As Mary's resistance faltered, she began to taste the salty musk of Matt's member and feel the heat radiating from it. It filled her mouth and made her gag, but she persisted, taking him deeper and deeper down her throat until he was touching the back of her throat.

Matt groaned with pleasure and tightened his grip on her hair, using it as leverage to thrust himself deeper into her mouth. Mary's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, but Matt didn't let her pull away.

The smell and taste of his awesome dick filled her senses, and as much as she hated to admit it, in some way, she was starting to enjoy it. She hated herself for her own weakness, but she couldn't stop herself from getting more and more aroused as Matt continued to use her mouth for his own pleasure.

Finally, with a low growl, Matt pulled out of Mary's mouth and pushed her away. She stumbled backwards, gasping for air and feeling dizzy from the of the encounter.

But Matt wasn't done with her yet. While Mary took a breath, Matt held her tightly by the hair again and began to release his hot load all over her, covering her whole face. The warm, sticky liquid dripped down her forehead, cheeks and chin, Completely covering her right eye and filling her nostrils with the scent of his hot cum. Mary felt as if she was being marked as his in some way.

As he released himself onto her face, Mary felt a mix of humiliation and arousal. She was ashamed that she was allowing herself to be treated this way, but at the same time, the feeling of submission was in some unknown way a turn-on for her. Matt had complete control over her, and it was intoxicating.

After a moment, when he finished emptying his entire load on her face, Matt released his grip on her hair and stepped back, admiring his work a feeling satisfied. Mary was left on her knees, with Matt's release still dripping down her face, her right eyes closed because of the cum over it. She felt exposed and .

Matt looked down at her with a smirk. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he said, as if he had just given her a compliment. "Now get up and clean yourself up, whore. Your hair and face are a mess. We don't have time for more because your useless sissy son should be on his way. But we'll have more time later." Said with a grin "But before I go, I want you to make me something to eat."

As Mary prepared food for Matt, she couldn't help but feel used and dominated by him. She prepared a plate of mexican food and stood by his side until he finished eating. Matt made some mocking comments about her hispanic heritage, her immigration status and her son, further emphasizing his superiority over Mary and her family.

Mary tried to ignore his words, but they stung. She felt humiliated and degraded by Matt's constant belittling

After finishing his meal, Matt stood up and walked towards Mary. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, his hot breath on her neck.

"Remember, Mary, from now on you belong to me. You are mine to do with as I please. Don't forget that." Said firmely. Mary couldn't help but shiver at his touch, despite her conflicting emotions. "Do you understand?"

Mary didn't reply immediately; instead, she lowered her head. Matt took her chin and made her look him in the eyes. "I want you to answer me when I speak to you, whore. It's a sign of respect to your betters." he said sternly, tightening his grip on her chin.

As Mary looked into his eyes, couldn't help but remember how many times she had said the same phrase to her son. Sometimes taking him by the chin and making him look into her eyes, just like Matt was doing to her now. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to respond because Matt was now pulling her closer to him to kiss her.

As Matt pulled Mary towards him, he held her head tightly, tugging at her hair and biting her lips hard. Mary's knees felt weak as she gave into the intensity of the kiss, feeling his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. She could smell the musky scent of his arousal, mixed with the lingering scent of his cum on her face. It was overwhelming, yet intoxicating.

As the kiss continued, Matt's hand slid down to her breast, squeezing it firmly, then tracing the outline of her large nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Mary moaned softly as she felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body. She felt so small and in his strong, dominant embrace.

Matt pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Mary. He then took her face in his hands, kissing her again with a fierce passion. Mary could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, making her realize just how much power he had over her.

Finally, Matt broke the kiss, a smug grin spreading across his face. Mary was left ,gasping for air, her lips still tingling from the intensity of the kiss.

As Matt pulled away, Mary was left gasping for air, her face a mess of tears, saliva, and remnants of Matt's cum. Her hair was disheveled and sticky, clinging to her neck, cheeks and forehead. She looked like a mess, a far cry from her usual elegant and composed self.

Matt smirked at her disheveled appearance, putting his hand under her chin again to have a better look of what he did to her. Taunting her to clean herself up quickly before her son arrived.

"I want you at school tomorrow. You will bring me lunch, just like you do with your son. You will meet me in The Forest, the wooded area next to the school, where the old buildings used to be. Oh, and I want you well dressed. Wear something nice, if I don't like what you're wearing, you'll be sorry" Said . As he turned to leave, he gave Mary's ass a sharp spank, a final reminder of his dominance over her.

When Matt left, Mary sat on the kitchen floor for a few moments, trying to collect herself. Thinking about what happened. She just got sexually dominated by a boy of her son's age. And not just a classmate of her son, but his bully.

Finally, she stood up and walked to the sink, splashing water on her face to wash away the remnants of their encounter. She took a deep breath and tried to push the memory of Matt's dominance out of her mind, but she knew that it would stay with her for a long time to come.

Just seconds after her son entered through the door, he appeared agitated after seeing Matt leaving the house. She a smile and offered him the remains of the food she had just made for Matt.

"Hello sweetie, lunch is almost ready" Said Mary with a happy smile.

Back in The Forest.

Matt was brutally throat-fucking Mary, who was still on her knees wearing nothing but tattered shreds of clothing.

Matt's friends had done a number on Mary's clothes, tearing them to pieces instead of simply removing them. Mary was left wearing nothing but tattered remnants, looking more miserable than ever.

Alex was watching in disbelief as his mother, in a miserable state, satisfied Matt's desires on her knees. Matt had her by the hair, shaking her head and grunting with pleasure as he pushed his cock deep into Mary's throat.

Then, Matt pulled his dick out of Mary's mouth and let Bruce, one of his friends, take his place.

Bruce was a tall, blond-haired boy with a strong, athletic build. He was a skilled soccer player and spent a lot of time working out, which showed in his defined muscles and chiseled physique. Though towered over Matt, he was still shorter than Mary.

Mary hesitated for a moment, but when she looked into Matt's eyes, she surrendered and accepted the new white member in her mouth. Soon, Anthony and Niko, two more of Matt's friends had gathered around Mary, eagerly waiting for their turn as well.

Anthony was a ruggedly young man with sharp features and short, dark hair, with a toned physique and a quiet, serious demeanor. Though he wasn't as outgoing as some of the others, his piercing gaze and air of quiet confidence made it clear that he was someone to be respected.

Niko, on the other hand, was a Black boy who radiated energy. His smooth, dark skin and muscular build made him a striking figure.

Mary worked hard, interchanging between the three of them. As soon as she put her lips around one's member, the others were already grabbing her hair, pulling her towards theirs. They were rough, jerking their hips into her mouth and holding her head in place. They took turns holding her by the neck, and pushing her to go faster. They even smacked her face with their members to humiliate her, making her flinch and moan at the same time. Bruce's shaft was thick, Anthony was long, and Niko's was massive, even more than Matt's. The contrast between the three made it a challenge for Mary to keep up, but she was determined to please them all. Because she had to.

As Mary is on her knees, pleasing the boys. Alex is still frozen. Watching his mother being treated like a mere plaything. Meanwhile, Anthony spots Alex hiding in the bushes.

Anthony slowly backed away from Mary and the group and crept into the dense forest, his footsteps barely audible over the rustling leaves. Alex remained completely focused on Mary servicing his bullies, oblivious to Anthony's departure until it was too late. Suddenly, Anthony appeared from behind Alex and wrapped his arm around Alex's neck, causing him to and sputter in surprise. Alex struggled to break free, flailing his arms wildly and kicking his legs, but Anthony's grip only tightened.

Anthony dragged Alex as he tried to resist. Finally, they reached the clear where the others were.

"Hey Matt, look what I found. Isn't this the son of that whore?" said Anthony as he hurled Alex to the ground, making him stumble as he tried to regain his footing.

Just as he was about to rise, Anthony grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, his fingers digging into his skin.

Matt stepped forward with a wicked grin, gripping Mary tightly by the hair with his other hand.

"Well, well, well. Look who's here, boys!" he sneered. "It's sissyboy!"

The group erupted in laughter, and Alex felt a surge of humiliation and anger wash over him. He struggled to break free, but Anthony's grip was too strong, and he couldn't escape. Laughing, some cheerleaders alternated their cameras between Alex and the miserable image of his mother.

Mary was startled when she saw Alex, and her initial reaction was one of fear and shame. "Baby, what are you doing here?" she stammered. "I can explain, it's not what it looks like."

Alex just stood there, staring at her in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was hurt, angry, and embarrassed all at once.

"Mom, what the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice scared and angry

Mary tried to calm him down, speaking to him in a soft, almost maternal tone.

"Please, honey, don't be mad. You have to understand that I'm doing this to protect us. Our status... they know it, I don't know how, but they know it. If they want, they could get us deported back to Mexico today, honey."

As she speaks, she continues to service the three men, alternating between speaking to Alex and pleasuring them. Matt, sensing her distraction, admonishes her.

"Don't lose focus, whore!. Keep going!" Said Matt as he gave a hard slap to Mary's face.

Mary was torned between her obligations to please the men and her guilt at being caught by Alex. But Alex wasn't convinced. He feelt betrayed and emasculated by the sight of his mother servicing his bullies He tried to break free from Anthony's grip, but he was just too strong.

Mary saw the anger and pain in Alex's eyes and knew she needed to do something to soothe him. Alex kept trying to break free, still fuming with anger.

"I don't belive you mom! I can see you moaning with pleasure! You're doing this for you, right?!"

Mary shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, it's not like that at all," she said, her voice taking on a motherly tone. "I'm doing this to protect you, honey. To keep you safe."

Alex looked at her incredulously. "Protect me? How is this protecting me?"

Mary took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"Alex, these men are dangerous. They could hurt you, or worse. But if I keep them satisfied, if I keep them happy, they'll leave you alone. They won't hurt you,- they won't hurt us I mean."

Alex looked at her, trying to make sense of what she was saying. It all sounded crazy to him, but he couldn't deny the fear in his mom's eyes.

"Please, baby, you have to trust me," Mary said, her voice pleading. "I'm doing this for us, for our future. I know it's hard to understand, but please, try to see it from my perspective."

Then, Niko grabed Mary's chin and said smirking: "Hey, beaner, don't forget about us. We're still waiting over here."

Mary's face turned red with embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Of course, I'm sorry," she said, turning back to the boys. "I'm sorry, I got a little distracted. I'll get back to it."

"But Mom" Alex pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "Why don't you left me protect you? I'm not some helpless little kid."

Mary turned to face Alex, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Oh, sweetie," she said softly. "I know you want to protect me, but these guys are dangerous. They're bigger and stronger than you, and they won't hesitate to hurt you. I don't want to put you in harm's way."

Alex's heart sank. He knew that Mary was right, but he couldn't bear the thought of not being able to defend her. As he watched Niko thrust his masive member into his mom's mouth.

As Mary's lips wrapped around Niko's member, the other three boys stepped closer, jostling for position. Matt grabbed Mary's hair and yanked her head back, causing her to on Niko's shaft. Bruce grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards him as he pushed his cock towards her face. Niko groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping Mary's head as he thrust into her mouth.

Alex watched in horror as his mom was passed around like a piece of meat. He tried to approach her again, but Anthony pushed him back, laughing cruelly at his feeble attempts to intervene. Mary's eyes darted towards her son, pleading for him to understand, but she was quickly pulled back into the midst of the boys.

They took turns using her, grabbing her hair, pushing her head up and down on their cocks, and squeezing her breasts. Mary tried to speak, but the boys were relentless, not giving her a moment's respite. Alex felt powerless, watching as his most loved person in the world was degraded before his eyes. He looked down, feeling small and helpless.

"It's okay, honey. I know this is hard for you, but I promise you, it's for the best. You're my sweet little baby, and I'll always take care of you." Mary managed to tell him. While with both hands she masturbated Matt and Niko and used all her strength to resist the thrust of Bruce, who wanted to bring her face back to his cock.

"But mom, I don't want you to do this. I don't want to feel so powerless."

"I know, sweetie. I don't want to do it either. But sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the people we love. And I love you, baby. That's why I'm doing - ..." Suddenly a strong slap hit Mary across her face. Pushing her slightly and preventing her from finishing her sentence.

"Hey whore, you gonna finish us off or what? We don't got u here to talk to you sissy son" Said Bruce tired of waiting for Mary to get her mouth back to work.

Alex felt a sense of shame and humiliation, as he watched his mom go back to servicing Bruce. He can hear their grunts and moans as she works her way through each of them, trying to do it as quickly as possible so she can be done and get out of there with Alex.

"Mom, please. Let me help you. I don't want you to have to do this alone."

"Oh, baby. You're so sweet. But you wouldn't be able to protect yourself, let alone me. That's why I had to do this. I'm sorry, honey" Mary said, in a voice that expressed deep pity. Looking Alex straight in the eyes.

As the boys continue to use Mary's mouth for their own pleasure, she feels more and more like a toy to be played with. The way they pull her hair, hold her head in place, take control of her body and slap her face with their dicks, only reinforces that feeling.

She couldn't deny the animalistic reactions of her body to their musky scents and salty taste, despite the humiliation of being used in such a way in front of her son. The more they pulled her hair and pushed her head, the more she felt like a submissive creature surrendering to the primal urge to mate.

After a few minutes, Bruce, with a serious and intimidating expression, grabbed Mary's hair tightly, preventing her from moving while the three of them finished on her face.

Mary could feel the warmth of their cum on her face as it dripped down her cheeks, over her lips, and even into her mouth. The smell of their cum filled her nostrils, mixing with the musky scent of their sweat and the familiar smell of sex. It was both disgusting and arousing at the same time.

Bruce's grip on Mary's hair tightened as he pulled her head back to expose her face even more. She was trapped, unable to move as the three guys continued to stroke their members, the sounds of their pleasure filling the clear.

As the boys finished, they aggressively shook their members on her face to empty the last remnants, making Mary feel completely humiliated and degraded.

As the last of them finished, the guys rubbed their cocks on Mary's face, smearing their cum all over her. Mary felt dirty and used, but at the same time, a part of her responded to their animalistic behavior. It was a primal urge, a desire to submit to the stronger, more dominant males.

Finally, the guys stepped back, and Mary was left kneeling on the floor, her face covered in their cum. She could feel it running down her neck and between her breasts, and she knew she was a mess.

After the three guys finish, they start laughing and making crude comments about Mary and Alex. Then, with a wicked grin on his face, Matt announced, "Well, boys, I think it's time for the main event!"

Alex felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized what was coming next. He knew from experience that Matt was a cruel and sadistic bully who delighted in humiliating his victims.

Mary, on the other hand, looked resigned and defeated.

Following Matt's orders, the guys lay Mary down on the floor with her legs spread apart, so that Matt can position himself between them.

As Matt positions himself between Mary's legs, he pauses to take in the sight of her large, meaty thighs. He runs his hands over them, feeling their softness and warmth, and then he leans in to breathe in the scent of her womanhood. The smell of Mary's arousal fills his nostrils, and he can't resist reaching down to run his fingers through the thick bush of hair covering her mound.

Mary lets out a low moan as Matt tugs on her pubic hair, and she feels a rush of excitement shoot through her body. She knows that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she can't help it. The sensation of Matt's rough hands on her most intimate parts is overwhelming, and she feels herself growing wetter and more aroused by the second.

Matt continues to explore Mary's bush, running his fingers over her clit and teasing her folds with his fingertips. He can feel her body responding to his touch, and he knows that she wants more.

As Matt approached his face towards Mary's womanhood, she thought he was going to lick her, but instead, he grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and yanked it hard. Mary gasped in pain, not expecting the sudden and rough movement. Matt seemed to take pleasure in her reaction, his eyes dark with desire as he continued to run his fingers through her thick bush. After a moment Matt grabbed her pubic hair again a pulled it harder, eliciting another whimper from her.

Then, without warning, Matt dove in and began to lick and suck at her folds, using his tongue to explore every inch of her wet and swollen pussy. Mary moaned and writhed beneath him, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

Despite the pain from the hair-pulling, Mary couldn't deny the intense pleasure she was feeling. Matt's skilled tongue was driving her wild, and she found herself grinding against his face, lost in the sensation.

As Matt continued to lap at her eagerly, Mary's thoughts became increasingly primal. She was no longer a dignified and respectable woman, but a horny animal in heat, for release. All that mattered was the feel of Matt's mouth on her, the touch of his fingers as he teased and prodded her clit.

With a low moan, Mary's orgasm washed over her, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came hard. Matt kept licking and sucking, drawing out her pleasure until she was left panting and spent, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

After her orgasm, Mary stays laying on the cold floor, her arms and legs splayed out and her once dignified face now a mess of tears, sweat, and semen.

The boys were laughing and making comments when suddenly Matt lifted her head by the hair and squeezed her cheeks. "Don't go to sleep yet, beaner whore. We're far from finished," he said with a wicked grin.

Mary was too weak to resist as Matt pulled her hair, forcing her to look him in the eyes while he tugged on her pubic hair with his other hand. She whimpered at the pain, but he just chuckled and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You're mine now, beaner whore. Mine to use however I want."

He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his cock against her, teasing her until she was squirming with desire. Then, with a sudden thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, hitting all the right spots and making her moan in ecstasy

Matt kept forcefully grabbing Mary's hair and lifting her head up, making her look into his eyes. As he continued thrusting into her, he suddenly gave her a hard slap across the face, leaving a bright red mark on her cheek. Mary winced in pain, but Matt didn't stop there. He followed it up with another slap, this time hitting her right breast. Mary let out a sharp gasp as he squeezed her breast tightly and then pinched her nipple between his fingers.

Mary was completely helpless, her arms and legs splayed out on the cold floor. Meanwhile, with his free hand, Matt pulled hard on Mary's pubic hair again, making her moan in both pain and pleasure. He reveled in the feeling of power that surged through him as he used Mary's body for his own pleasure. He could feel her pussy clenching tightly around his cock, and he knew she was close to coming again.

But Matt wasn't ready to let her off the hook just yet. He switched tactics and began to alternate between rough slaps and gentle caresses. One moment he would squeeze her breasts so tightly that she thought they might burst, and the next he would trail his fingers gently over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Then, he would slap her face again.

Matt continued his thrusts, but now his friends Niko and Anthony moved in closer. Niko placed his member in Mary's mouth, while Anthony took hold of her breasts, squeezing them roughly. Mary moaned and gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations of all three men touching her at once.

Meanwhile, Alex watched on, this time holded by Bruce, heartbroken and betrayed. It was a shock to see Matt, the same guy who used to bully him, now taking his mom and using her like this. He struggled against Bruce's grip, to break free and put an end to this nightmare.

But it was no use. The pleasure was too intense for Mary, and the boy was too strong for Alex to fight off. All he could do was watch in agony as they continued to use his mom for their own pleasure, all at the same time.

Mary's body was a mess, covered in sweat and cum, her hair tangled and sticking to her face. She could feel the soreness between her legs and the sharp pain from the rough hair pulling. The taste of Niko's cock in her mouth was overpowering, and she gagged a little each time he thrust it too deep. Anthony's hands felt rough on her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples until they were raw.

Despite her towering height over the boys, Mary felt completely dominated and helpless. She was at their mercy, unable to move or resist as they used her body for their own pleasure. The contrast between her tall and voluptous frame and their smaller bodies only added to the feeling of being controlled and overpowered. The overpowering smell of sex and sweat filled the air, and Mary's body was slick with fluids, a constant reminder of the degradation she was enduring.

As Niko thrusts into Mary's mouth, his breathing becomes more erratic and his body tenses. Suddenly, he groans loudly and Mary can feel his hot cum shooting into her mouth. She struggles to swallow it all down, feeling a mixture of disgust and submission.

Meanwhile, Anthony has moved from squeezing and pinching her nipples to jerking off onto her heaving chest. His cum splatters across her breasts, leaving them sticky and coated. Mary can feel the warmth of it against her skin, mixing with the sweat and semen already covering her body.

After finishing, Niko and Anthony shake their dicks over Mary's body to leave the last remnants of their load on her and retire to rest before their next round. Meanwhile Matt continues with his thrusts inside her.

As he pounds into Mary, he feels a primal surge of lust and dominance coursing through his body. His muscles strain with the effort of each thrust, but he doesn't care. All he can focus on is the exquisite feeling of Mary's tight walls clenching around him, the heat of her core enveloping him, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He grunts and groans with each movement, feeling a sense of power and control as he claims her body as his own. The sight of her writhing and moaning beneath him only fuels his desire, and he pushes himself even harder, driving Mary closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As Matt continues to thrust into Mary, he keeps her locked in eye contact, making sure she doesn't look away. He kisses her deeply, biting her lips as he does so. Mary can feel his powerful grip on her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. She can hear his low growls of pleasure as he takes her, his body pressing down hard against hers.

Mary's body was trembling with ecstasy as she felt the primal pleasure of being taken by a dominant male. Her senses were heightened, and she could feel every inch of Matt's hard, throbbing length inside of her. The rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of his grunts, the heat of his body - all of it was overwhelming and intense.

As he pounded into her, Mary let out a guttural moan, arching her back and gripping the ground beneath her. She felt like an animal, consumed by her desire for him, unable to resist the pull of his primal masculinity. With each thrust, she surrendered herself completely to him, lost in the raw, carnal pleasure of the moment.

Despite the intensity of her pleasure, a small voice in the back of her mind was telling her that this was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this. But the voice was quickly drowned out by the primal urges coursing through her body. In this moment, all that mattered was the feeling of being taken, of being completely dominated by a powerful male.

Mary's voluptuous body shooked with each of Matt's powerful thrusts. Despite her height advantage over him, she was completely at his mercy, her large breasts jiggling uncontrollably as he pounded into her. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the clear, echoing with each forceful thrust. Matt's smaller frame was no match for Mary's sheer size, but his dominance over her was evident in the way he controlled her every movement. His hold on her was tight, ensuring that she couldn't move a muscle until he was finished.

Mary feels a sudden jolt of pain as Matt thrusts deeply into her, hitting her cervix with such that she gasps in surprise. She can feel his cock throbbing inside her, pulsing with each powerful thrust, as if he's trying to claim her as his own. Mary's body responds to him instinctively, arching up to meet his thrusts and clenching around his cock as he pounds into her relentlessly.

Matt could feel Mary's body tighten around him, and he knew that she was close to the edge. He pulled back, watching as she writhed and moaned beneath him, her eyes locked onto his. He can feel his own release building, a powerful surge of heat and pleasure that threatens to overwhelm him.

As Mary reaches her peak, Matt drives into her one last time, his cock spasming as he empties himself inside her. She can feel the hot rush of his seed filling her, completely flooding her womb.

As Matt reaches his climax, his body tenses up and he grips Mary tightly to him, holding her close as he releases his seed deep inside of her. Mary can feel his hot essence flooding her, filling her up completely. They both collapse onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and their breathing ragged.

Finally, Matt released his hold on Mary and pulled himself out of her. He looked down at her with a satisfied smirk, knowing that he had fully claimed her as his own. Mary lay there, panting and completely spent, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

As Matt stood up and adjusted his clothes, Mary could feel his gaze lingering on her body, like a predator assessing his prey. She knew that she was now fully under his control, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. She was his to do with as he pleased,

As Matt finished with Mary, he left her lying on the ground, naked, with her legs wide open, sweating and covered in tears and semen. Bruce released Alex, and he ran to Mary's side. Mary made an effort to get up and embrace him, and they held each other tightly. Despite being the one who had suffered the most, Mary remained strong for Alex.

Alex sat with his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you."

Mary moved to sit beside him and put a comforting hand on his back. "Oh, baby, don't blame yourself. You did everything you could. You are so strong and brave for enduring this."

Alex lifted his head to look at Mary, his eyes red and puffy. "But I feel so weak."

Mary took his hand and squeezed it gently. "It's okay to be weak, baby. That doesn't make you any less of a man. Look at you, you are so brave for being here with mommy" Mary said to him in a meternal way, putting her hand around her son's face.

Mary wiped his tears and Alex took a deep breath. "I just wish I could have done more."

Mary placed a hand on his cheek and looked at him with tender eyes. "I know, baby, I know. But you did everything you could, and I'm so proud of you. You are my little hero."

Alex's voice broke as he spoke. "I love you, mom."

Mary smiled softly. "I love you too, baby. Now come here and let me hold you."

Mary pulls Alex into her lap, holding him close and soothing him with her words. The feeling of her arms around him makes him feel safe and loved, despite the that just took place.

"It's okay, baby," she whispered as he cried. "I've got you now. You're safe with me."

Alex choked on his sobs, struggling to speak. "I'm so sorry," he managed to get out between gasps for air.

Mary stroked his hair gently, her voice soft and comforting. "Shh, sweetie, it's not your fault. None of this is your fault. You did everything you could to protect me."

Alex looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. "But I couldn't save you. I'm supposed to be the man of the house. I'm supposed to protect you."

Mary shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. "You don't need to be a man, honey. You are my cute little boy. And you don't need to protect me. Leave that to me. As long as Mommy is here, she will protect you"

Alex's shoulders shook with a fresh wave of sobs, and Mary held him tighter. "I'm so sorry, mom" he repeated, his voice breaking.

Mary leaned back, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to be sorry, baby. You did nothing wrong. You're the bravest person I know, and I love you for that."

Alex let out a choked sob, burying his face into her breasts. Mary held him close and murmured to his ear;

"shhh, is okay sweetie. Everything will be fine. You're my sweet little baby, and I love you so much."

Alex can't help but notice the contrast between the way his mom used to smell and feel when they hugged before, and the way she smells and feels now. Her hair used to smell of fresh fruit, and her breath was warm and inviting as she whispered in his ear. But now her hair smells of sweat and semen, and her breath smells of semen and to the boys who violated her dicks. Her once-soft skin is now sticky and bruised.

Despite all of this, Mary holds Alex tight, and he finds some comfort in her embrace. He feels a mix of sadness and anger at what she's been through, but also a sense of pride and admiration for her strength and resilience.

While Alex and Mary were immersed in their intimate embrace the four atrocious boys surrounded them. with smirks on their faces and their cocks still hard. Mary knew what they wanted and just sighed in resignation. Anthony grabbed her hair and Bruce grabbed Alex's hair. Pushing them together and making them both press their faces against each other.

They began to stroke their cocks, grinning at the sight of Mary and Alex pressed together, their faces flushed with emotion. "Fuck yeah, this is hot," Niko said, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "I can't wait to coat their faces with my cum."

The other three boys laughed and nodded, their cocks twitching in anticipation. Mary looked up at them with a mixture of fear and disgust, but Alex just stared down at the ground, feeling utterly emasculated. He had never felt more powerless in his life than in that moment, surrounded by his four classmates who had just violated his mom in the most degrading way possible. His face burned with shame and humiliation.

"Lift his face, cow" Matt ordered. "I want to see your face and Alex's face together. Show us how pretty you both look with our cum all over you."

At first, Mary's instinct was to resist. Humiliating her was one thing, but assisting in the humiliation of her beloved son was too much to bear. However, she knew better than to disobey, so she let out a resigned sigh and tried to lift Alex's face with trembling hands.

Alex was caught off guard by Mary's forceful grip on his face, pulling it upwards and exposing him to the group of boys. Mary's hands were usually too much for him, but this time he was determined not to let her lift his face. His pride as a man was at stake.

The boys' grunts and agitated breathing indicated that the moment was approaching, and Alex continued to keep his face hidden. Matt was growing impatient.

" I gave you clear orders, stupid cow. I don't care how you do it, get your sissy son's face up now. We're going to cum in both of you at the same time," Matt said.

Alex could hear the urgency in Matt's voice, and he felt Mary's hands on his face again. This time, he struggled harder, using all his strength to keep his face hidden.

"Alex, please," Mary said, her tone strict and commanding. "Do as I say. You know what they'll do if you don't."

Alex's heart was racing. He felt trapped, helpless, and emasculated. He couldn't believe that she was letting them do this to him.

"Why are you doing this, mom?" Alex said, his voice trembling with anger and fear. "You're supposed to protect me. You're supposed to be on my side."

Mary gave a sigh of resignation. Her grip tightened, and she spoke in a voice that brooked no argument. "Alex, I'm not going to tell you again. You're going to lift your face now and let your four bullies cum on yours and on mommy's face. And I'm not kidding, young man. Understood?" she said, her tone strict and forceful.

Alex hesitated for a moment, but the urgency in his mom's voice was unmistakable. "Yes, mom," he said quietly.

Mary's words resonated in Alex's mind, and he reluctantly lifted his head, exposing himself to the boys. His pride as a man crushed under the weight of his mom's words.

Suddenly, Alex felt the first drop of hot liquid hit his cheek, causing him to flinch at the sudden sensation. More drops followed, splattering against his face, running down his cheek, and soaking into his neck. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, and Alex struggled to keep from gagging.

Mary kept her hand on the back of Alex's head, holding him in place while she whispered soothing words in his ear to calm him down. "It's okay, baby. Just let it happen. You're doing great," she said, barely audible over the sounds of the boys' pleasure.

More of the hot liquid hit him full on the face, big drops landing on his cheeks and forhead. One even splashing into his mouth. He could feel trickling down his nose. And he couldn't help but notice how Mary's face was being drenched as well. Her long hair sticking to her skin. Her eyes closed in a mix of disgust and pleasure.

Alex closed his eyes as well, trying to block out the sensations, but it was no use. He could feel their cum mixing with his tears on his face. He wanted to wipe it off, but Mary's grip was firm. He was completely at their mercy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Please, mom, let me go," he begged, his voice choked with tears. "I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be part of this."

But Mary refused to let him go. She held his face steady, her fingers digging into his cheeks, as the four guys circled around them, cumming on them and laughing. "Shhh, it's okay sweetie, you're so brave. Everthing will be okay."

After the four boys finished cumming, they vigorously shook their members over Alex and Mary's faces to get rid of the last remnants of their load.

"Look at them, boys," Matt said. "Look at these two pathetic losers. They thought they could stand up to me, but they were wrong. They're nothing but a pair of cum-covered beaner sluts now, and they're going to do whatever we say."

As Matt and his friends step back to admire their handiwork, Matt suddenly had an idea and a wicked grin spread across his face. "I think you two cum-lovers should kiss, To clean our precious semen from your faces" he said, laughing. Mary and Alex hesitated, but Matt's menacing look told them they had . "Come on, do it," he ordered, enjoying the power he had over them.

As Alex hesitated, unsure about the situation, Mary let out a sigh of resignation and took the initiative. Their lips met, and Alex felt a jolt of surprise at the sensation of kissing his mom for the first time.

At first, it is a simple press of lips, but then Mary's tongue darts out to clean the remnants of semen from Alex's face. Alex feels a surge of revulsion mixed with a strange sense of arousal as he realizes what Mary is doing. He tries to pull away, but Mary holds him firmly in place, deepening the kiss and exploring his mouth with her tongue.

Alex feels trapped, powerless to resist the overwhelming sensations that flood his body. He can taste the salty tang of semen on Mary's tongue, mixed with the bitter taste of his own fear and humiliation.

Even though they were both covered in semen, Mary seemed unfazed, taking the lead in the kiss with a firm grip on his hair and pulling him closer. Alex couldn't help but feel a mixture of repulsion and arousal, the taste and smell of the semen mixing with the taste of Mary's lips. Despite the discomfort, he found himself unable to resist her dominance as she took control of the kiss, making him feel totally submissive.

As the kiss goes on, Alex feels a strange sense of shame mixed with a growing desire. He hates himself for enjoying the kiss, for feeling a stirring of desire for his mom even in this degrading situation. But at the same time, he can't help but respond to her touch, to the warmth of her body against his, to the taste of her mouth. In that moment, Alex realizes that he has been irrevocably changed by what has happened to him. He and his mom were no longer the same persons they were before, no longer the innocent young man and the confident woman who stood up to Matt and his gang. They are something else now, something weaker and even more , something that Matt and his friends can use and as they please. And even as he feels the weight of that realization settling on him, he knew that they could never go back.

When they finally break apart, Alex and Mary are both on their knees, breathing heavily. They look pathetic and humiliated. His hair and clothes coated in the sticky substance. His mom naked with her body sticky and bruissed. Matt and his friends are laughing and pointing, enjoying the sight of their victims' humiliation. And to Alex's horror, he sees that the cheerleaders have been filming the whole thing on their phones. Finally, Matt tells them to remember that he has all the footage, and they all walk away, still snickering.

Alex feels a surge of anger and disgust at himself for letting this happen. He wants to lash out at Matt and his gang, to tell them off and demand that they delete the videos. But he knows he can't do that, not without risking even more humiliation. So instead, he and Mary just stay on their knees, looking down at the ground.

Mary and Alex remain kneeling in silence for a moment before Mary takes the initiative. She stands up, gathers her torn clothes. She helps Alex up, and they walk silently to the car. The drive home is also silent, as neither of them knows what to say or how to process what just happened.

When they arrive home, Mary changes and starts cooking dinner. Neither of them speaks about what happened. They eat in silence, and then Mary's phone beeps. She looks at Alex for a few seconds and then says, "It's Matt."

They watch the video of them on their knees beneath Matt and his friends, recieving their loads on their faces. The video ends, and there's no message from Matt, no explanation, nothing. Just the humiliation, captured on film, as another reminder of his control over them.