Son’s Bully Fucks Me – Part 1

As an Indian housewife mom, I made a decision. This had to end today. Sunil, my son came home today without his shoes for the fourth day straight. I’ve been asking him why he’s losing his shoes, and he’s been coming up with lame excuses, avoiding the name of his bully.

“You’re being bullied, aren’t you?” I asked him.

“Mommy, no. That’s not…”

“Shut up, I know. Look at your eyes. You definitely came home crying. Tell me who he is. I’ll go talk to him,” I said.

“Mom, it’s nothing…”

“It’s not nothing. Tell me who he is right now, or I’ll be coming with you tomorrow to school,” I said, very strictly.

“His name is Daniel, he lives in the next street. But mommy, his dad is a politician,” he said. He was really afraid of him.

“So? What he did was wrong. Call him and ask him to come here right now,” I told my son.

“Momma, it’s not necessary. I’ll tell him that you told me this. He’ll stop,” he said.

“No, he won’t. Call him now, or I’ll have to come to school with you,” I told him.

“Okay, fine,” he said and called him from his mobile. He went away from me and talked very quietly, making sure I don’t hear a thing.

“Momma, he’s asking you to come to his home,” he said.

“That bastard. So arrogant, huh? I’ll teach him a lesson today,” I said to myself. I got changed to a salwar kameez in my room since I obviously can’t go out in my nightdress.

“Come, let’s go,” I held Sunil’s hand and dragged him. He was shocked. The poor boy probably thought I would’ve forgotten about it when I went into my room.

Sunil guided me to his house. It was a huge one, of course, since his father is a politician. I rang the doorbell outside the gate. After a few seconds, it opened automatically.

The front door of the house was open. He was standing in front of the door. He closed it after we entered.

“Can you explain yourself?” I asked him and put both my arms on my waist to make myself look serious.

“Hey, who’s this chick? I thought your mom was coming?” he asked Sunil. I snapped my fingers in front of Daniel’s eyes.

“I’m his mother. Why are you bullying my son? Should I file a complaint to the principal?” I asked.

“You can try. But I highly doubt it would work. Instead, we can speak this out. Like two grown-ups,” he said and went into the living room.

“If you’re a grown-up, you should have behaved like one. Bullying the weak ones is such childish behavior,” I said and followed him to the living room.

“Look, you said it yourself. He’s too weak. I’m just helping him to be strong,” he said, sitting on the sofa, putting one leg over the other.

“This isn’t the right way to do that,” I told him.

“What do you want from me? His shoes? They are in the stand. Take it and leave already,” he said with a frustrated tone.

“I want you to leave him alone. You shouldn’t bully him ever again,” I told him.

“Well, make me,” he said arrogantly.

“Make you? You want me to take it to the principal then?” I asked.

“As I said, it’s useless. You can do it in a less complicated way,” he said. There was a sudden change in his tone.

“Like?” I asked.

“You can start by lowering that dupatta a bit. Or completely remove it,” he said and winked.

“How dare you…”

“You do realize my dad is a politician, right? I can get your son suspended or even worse. He can’t go to any school. I’m not letting you walk away free after you talked to me like that,” he said with a smile. “Now, take off that dupatta.”

I realized I got myself into huge trouble and had no other option. I removed my dupatta and held it in my hand.

“Now beg for my forgiveness,” he said, more like ordered. He was clearly powerful right now.

“I’m sorry,” I said and looked down at the ground, ashamed.

“I said beg, bitch,” he snapped.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” I said.

“Not enough,” he said, “Your son’s future depends on it, remember that.”

I knelt down, touched his foot with both my hands.

“Please forgive me,” I said and placed my forehead on his foot. He placed his other foot on my head.

“Momma, you don’t have to do this,” Sunil said.

“Now lick my foot,” he said. He didn’t take his foot off my head but didn’t apply much force on it. And I started licking his foot. He let me do that for some time.

“Now remove your salwar top,” he ordered.

“But my son…”

“He will watch. Let’s make it simple. You strip right here. I will let you both walk free. If you do everything as I say and behave like a good bitch, I won’t touch your son for one week. I’ll make it my responsibility to keep him safe,” he said. “So what’s it gonna be?”

‘He has already embarrassed and humiliated me. I can’t walk out of here, losing my dignity with nothing gained. At least if I do as he says, my son will be spare,’ I thought.

“You can do whatever you want,” I told him.

“Now that’s a good bitch. Undress, ” he ordered.

I removed my salwar top and unhooked the bra. I stood up, turned away with my back facing him. I bent down fully and pulled down my pant slowly to tease him hoping he would go easy on me if I do such things. I wasn’t wearing a panty. So he was able to see my wet pussy.

“You were enjoying this? Fucking slut” he said and slapped my ass as he laughed. He held my waist, pulled me towards him, and made me sit in his lap. I could feel his rock-hard dick. I rubbed my ass on his lap, slowly grinding his crotch. Meanwhile, he was squeezing my melons and pinching my nipples.

“You’re enjoying the view, aren’t you?” he asked Sunil. He kept quiet.

“I’m sorry you have to see this, honey,” I told him. I tried to look like I’m sorry, but I could not do that with him squeezing my tits.

“Kneel down, bitch,” he said.

I obeyed. He lifted his ass and pulled down both his underwear and track pant and the same time. His huge cock sprang up on my face. I was shocked by the girth of it.

“See how your mom is excited about seeing my monster?” he told Sunil as he held my head by the hair and shoved his dick in my mouth. He started face fucking without any kind of indication that he was going to do that.

He let my head go after some time. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth as a result of his mouth fucking.

“See how dirty your mom is?” he said, looking at Sunil and slapped me.

“Sit on my dick, bitch,” he said. I went ahead to sit on his dick facing him.

“No, no, no. Turn around, let your son see how you look while I fuck you,” he said. I felt very ashamed, never been this ashamed in my whole life. But as soon as he started fucking me. The slut in me took over and started moaning loudly. I even said stuff like, “Fuck me harder, fuck this slut.”

He suddenly pushed me away and got up from the sofa. He held my hair, dragged me. He made me lean towards the sofa facing my son. Since Sunil was standing, my face was inches away from him, his crotch to be precise.

He doesn’t wear underwear. So I noticed that he was hard. His penis was small, but it was hard for sure. I almost wanted to cry. But suddenly, Daniel put his cock in my pussy and started riding me madly.

“I’m gonna cum,” he announced.

“Wait, don’t cum in me,” I shouted.

“Shut up, bitch,” he said and slapped my ass as he ejaculated his seeds in me. He slowed down and collapsed on me.

“There you go. Your son is safe for one week. It was so simple, wasn’t it?” he said and bit my earlobes.

“What does it take to keep him safe forever and not just one week? Do whatever you want now. Anything,” I said.

“Wow, slow down. Such a thing can’t be done. Come and serve me weekly once then,” he said and took his dick out of me. I sat on the sofa to relax.

“You can get the fuck out now. Unless you want another round. But I won’t be giving your son any benefit for that,” he said. I dressed up.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said and held Sunil’s hand. We both reached home. I went straight to my room, and tears started rolling from my eyes. Not only because of what happened today but also because of what’s going to happen soon.

To be continued.