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Bully

By: Ada Stuart



He came out of nowhere. Pushing her forcibly against the wall just inside her apartment. Surprising her totally as she entered her own safe environment and hissing into her ear. 

"Don't make a sound!" he ordered. In total shock, all she could manage was a half gasp before his hand covered her mouth. "No sound, I said!" he growled more angrily this time. After a while he seemed ensured about her cooperation, and turned half away and locking the door. The sound startled her and made her aware of the situation she was in. Alone with a rather large and brutal male. This was not good, she thought. 

As if reading her thoughts, he exclaimed "Good," in a slow drawl, as if being content with the present situation. She tensed and tried instinctively to remove herself from his body. He slammed her against the wall again. 

"I said, don't move!" he hissed into her ear. Her hand hurt after the impact with the wall but she refused to acknowledge the pain. She would have to bide her time, and catch him by surprise later, she thought. In the mean time she felt the attacker's body close behind her own. He was rubbing his abdomen against her back. She could feel the hard body almost envelop her own, and she worried how good a chance she had to escape this one. 

Now she felt another movement in her lower back. Something was sticking into her, and it was increasing in size. His cock. He was getting aroused and larger by the minute, by the feel of it. Her panic grew, and she stopped breathing. Then a gasp came out, and she managed to calm herself to wait her time. Her attacker now pressed his arousal against her, while moving his hands along her ribs on each side of her body. He was almost caressing her, and suddenly touching the side of her breasts. 

"No sound remember?" he repeated. "If you are a good girl you will not be hurt. Nod if you understand!" 

She nodded, while trying to collect her erratic thoughts. What was he going to do? He continued moving his right hand along her hip, then downwards along her thigh. He gripped the lower end of her skirt and dragged it upwards in a quick motion. A ripping sound was heard and she tensed completely. He removed the rest of her skirt and threw it away. 

Now, his hand was caressing her bare thigh and touching the rim of her panties. She waited for the next ripping sound, but he simply dragged her panties downwards. The air felt cold against her naked skin, but soon he returned and the cotton material in his trousers was caressing her bottom. The feeling was somewhat arousing, although she banished the thought straight away. Her lower body was completely open to him, and she felt more vulnerable than ever before. Oh God, he's going to rape me, she thought errantly. 

His left hand snaked around her and cupped her breast. He circled her nipple, before aiming and squeezing the hungry flesh. She yelped, not sure whether the pain or the pleasure was worst. He ripped off the blouse and continued cupping her breast. His large hands enclosed it completely and the heat was almost streaming from his body to hers. He moved his other hand around her and cupped the other breast. 

The feeling was peculiar and she barely had time to think before his hand moved downwards over her stomach, and heading straight for her mound. She tensed, while his hand moved through the curls and gently stroking her clit. She gasped from the instant pleasure and was suddenly aware that she was getting wet. Oh no, she thought. I cannot enjoy this, she pleaded with her body. 

Her attacker chuckled, "Getting hot, are you?" 

She squirmed but he held her firmly in place moving his legs so that his surrounded hers. He continued stroking her clit, and she heard slurping sounds as she was getting wetter and wetter. It was arousing having to stand here and take the pleasure without being able to prevent it. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest, and she had to open her mouth in order to get enough air. 

A moan escaped her but the sound did not make her as ashamed as it should have. Just before he'd pushed her over the edge, he stopped. Her breathing was erratic. Her mind focused on the orgasms she had missed. She felt frustrated. He chuckled again, but just stood there for a while. Waiting. After a while his hand again moved to her clit. Her muscles tensed. Now, finally he would finish her, she thought. 

But instead he gave the knob a small pet, before moving away again. She gasped. Before her protest could be voiced, he slapped her left bottom cheek. She jumped by the surprise and the unexpected pain. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped. She was not into spanking, she thought. Now she would surely stop being aroused by this stranger's doings.

"Be quiet," he repeated. 

Again he slapped her bottom. This time he slapped the other cheek. She jerked again. Then to her utmost remorse, she felt warmth spreading in the juncture of her body. She tensed her muscles in anticipation of another slap. It didn't come. Instead she felt his hands moving away, and the sound of a zipper was heard. 

He had opened his trousers and returned to rubbing himself against her. This time naked skin met hers, and she could feel the outline of his erection straining against her lower back. The skin was silky smooth, and the pain on her bottom was abandoned for the anticipation of this hot member inside of her wet cunt. She shivered and a naked need was curling through her body. She needed a man inside her. Now. 

Her body was strung and tightened and totally focused on getting the release it craved. No matter whom the man was or what he was doing here, she craved his touch, his hard member inside of her warmth. He seemed to understand the need, because he snaked an arm around her and lifting her against the wall. She spread her legs. 

Suddenly, his cock head was touching her wet centre and locating the opening of her pussy. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come and wanted him to push inside of her as soon as possible. Still, the size of the globe felt too large to be pleasant. He angled himself at her opening and started to push inside. She gasped and tried to relax her vaginal muscles. His cock was coming inside, almost forcibly, while her inner walls were stretched painfully. She could feel an inch being pushed inside, accompanied by some heavy breathing from both parties. 

"Jesus, you're tight," her attacker groaned out. 

Still, he kept pushing another inch inside of her. He was still holding her up from the floor, and it felt almost as if he tried to push her down onto his enlarged cock. She felt filled up, and still he had inches to spare. She wondered how to fit the whole member inside of her, but holding on to the wall with both hands, she could barely concentrate for the pleasure surging through her entire body. She pushed backwards. Wanting him inside her as soon as possible. 

He seemed to agree and suddenly jerked forward, pinning her flesh onto his cock. She screamed, but the sound was muffled by his hand closing over her mouth. Her insides were burning and the pain in her cunt was drowning the pleasure she felt earlier. She moaned, wanting him to leave her body. Instead, his hand was moved to her clit and he circled the bud, before aiming several strokes directly at her clit. Her body was straining and she felt herself becoming wet. The lubrication smeared his hand and he oiled her skin with her own liquids. 

The pain diminished and she pushed backwards again. His hand was now coated with her wetness, and he pulled out his cock, coating it with her liquids. Then he placed his cock at her entrance again and pushed inside. This time the pain was lesser, and she felt herself being filled more completely than before. But this time the feeling was simply exquisite, and she felt her body tingle as he moved forward and further inside of her. He started moving with slow, leisurely movements. First retreating almost all the way out of her body, then pushing his hard cock inside of her again. 

"Faster," she gasped. "Oh, harder, please."

He complied and moved roughly in and out of her cunt. She felt ripped inside from the sheer pleasure, and her hips were shaking with the effort of standing up. His hand moved towards her clit again and she could feel her orgasm lurking just a few strokes away. She collected her last strength and tightened her muscles around his cock while pushing back at him. 

He jerked forward, inserting himself inside of her while rubbing her clit remorselessly. She screamed out her pleasure and her entire body erupted into total oblivion filled with warmth and contentment. He grasped her hips with both hands and pounded into her a few more times before spilling into her with a loud moan. He sagged into the wall in front of them, leaning against her for a while. 

After a few minutes he left quietly. She still had not seen his face, and she wondered who he was while sinking to the floor and falling into an exhausted sleep.

Bully



Hi, my name is Christine, Christine Harton, I am 37, married nearly 20 years, love my husband even now, never been unfaithful, I've never wanted to be, even though I am good looking enough to have got just about any man I know, or even don't know if I wanted.

I have felt like it a few times, but never given in to temptation, well, not until I was forced into it by being coerced.

About me and my family, I have 2 children, a girl 18 years, just gone to college, and a boy, Jason 16, who is still at school, my husband has a good job, so we happily don't suffer from financial worries like some of our friends and neighbours sometimes do.

This is what, I think, was what led to the position I am in now.

I am 5ft 6" tall, very attractive, I'm happy to say, and without being bigheaded, I don't meet many women as good looking as me.

I have longish auburn hair, parted down the middle to enshroud my symmetrical face, big wide brown eyes, pert noise, full lips, that curl a little down at the corners, and that give me a sensuous smile. 

My body is still good, and my legs taper from hip to toe, without any of those annoying bony bumps that women can sadly suffer from, but not me.

I have a higher sex drive than my husband, and he sometimes complains that I won't leave him alone, so therefore a few years ago, I bought myself a vibrator, and now I can fuck, or be fucked by any man on the planet. 

And by some of the adventurous stories I build in my mind, I have been fucked by some serious men I can tell you, black, white, yellow, anything, but all in my head, I've even told tales to myself about other women.

I am very sensitive to touch, be it me, my husband, or an accidental brush from a stranger, my nipples are super sensitive, my neck, my lips are too, my pussy can burn up in seconds in the right situation, so really, my husband doesn't know how lucky he is, to have me just to himself.

Then my life started to change, my son would come home with a limp, or a bruise, he had lost his money, had to walk home, didn't always purchase things he had asked me for money to buy.

I started to question him about this, and it was like talking to a wall, no answers, no response, this went on for about 3 months, I never told his dad, because he would have said, let him get on with it, if he wants to talk, he will, so I decided to investigate myself, to see if I could find out what was wrong.

When Jason went out, I would sometimes follow him, or try and anticipate his return, so I could trail him home, weeks went by, I couldn't do this every day, so it was a long drawn out affair.

Then one Saturday morning, he went into town to buy a game for his PC, he caught a bus, I followed in my car, when he got off I was lucky enough to be able to park, and follow on foot, I felt awful, I was being untrusting of my son, but I was also a concerned parent.

As he walked down the mall, I heard a whistle, and saw my son turn, he stopped, walked on, then stopped again at another whistle, then I heard, 'Hey Jason, come here now!'

My son walked over to a youth who was obviously older than he by a couple of years, and was Hispanic, or Latina in complexion, long, wavy, and unruly jet black hair.

He was bigger than Jason, taller and broader, looked like a bit of a rough lad, he was well dressed, and obviously thought he was a bit of a 'hard man'

I saw him talking with Jason, but had no idea of what was being said, except to say, it was apparent that something was being discussed, I saw this lad pointing his finger at Jason, and then clenched a fist, I was about to show myself, when I saw Jason hand over something, his money!

Now I knew, he was being bullied, well I wasn't going to have that, this would end as soon as I was home and Jason came back, I wasn't going to make a scene here, home would be where it got sorted.

I went home as soon as the boys parted, I waited for Jason, he came back about 2 hours later, without the game, I asked him where it was, he said he had changed his mind, I asked for the money back, and he made an excuse about giving it back to me later.

'Jason,' I said, 'I followed you into town, and saw you with that boy, I saw you give him your money, he is bullying you, and robbing you, isn't he?'

'Mum,' he exclaimed, 'it's not like that,' he yelled.

'Yes it is,' I responded, 'I'm not stupid, I saw him threaten you, and I saw you hand him the money, now who is he, and where does he live?' I demanded.

'I can't tell you mum, it will cause more trouble than it's worth,' he said.

'You will tell me, or I will tell your father, and then, I'll go to the police, now tell me what I want to know.' I ordered.

'Mum please, leave it,' he begged.

'Nope, I want to know, and I want to know now.' I said.

'Oh mum,' he wailed.

My heart broke, this bastard was ruining my son's life, I was going to put a stop to it if hell had me.

He told me who he was, Dex was his name and where he lived, I would have to wait until Monday, when he would be in school and his dad at work, and just hope he would be there and not at job, I found out later, he only went there for what he got out of it, which was going to be me, although I was ignorant of the fact, fate was to conspire against me, he would be at home! 

Dex's apartment, which was in a bit of a seedy side of town, but never the less around I went.

I went up in the elevator, knocked on the door and waited, I looked down at myself, I realised I wasn't really dressed for this kind of confrontation, I had on a short skirt, about 4" above my shapely knees, high heels, a tightish blouse, and my hair was up in a pony tail, too late now I thought, I'm here!

My nipples were erect from the excitement I was feeling, I was scared, thrilled and annoyed, all at the same time, and my nipples always let me know they are in sync with my body, my pussy was throbbing a little as well, but no turning back now.

I had no idea I was stepping into a lions den, where I would put my head into its mouth and be devoured, how was I to know that this 18 year old boy was worldly wise, had had many sexual conquests, and had focused on married women because he knew somehow that lots, if not all, were sexually frustrated in one way or another, of which I was one, and so, I was easy prey, although I was blissfully unaware of it, but was soon to find out!

The door opened, and there he was, my son's tormentor, he surprised me by his boyish good looks, I hadn't noticed it at the mall, I said, 'you are Dex, yes?'

'Yes,' was his reply?

I brushed past him, saying, 'we have to talk and resolve some serious issues.'

I heard him behind me, and I heard him say, 'wow, what a beautiful broad.'

'Hey now,' he said, 'what can I do you for beautiful lady, Mmmm?'

I ignored the inference and play on words, and went straight in.

'You, you bastard, you are bullying and blackmailing my son Jason, and I want it to stop right here, right now, or else you will have more trouble than you could ever hope to handle, do you understand me?' I almost screamed at him. 

I was losing control already, my temper was getting the better of me, and was heightening my sexual arousal, but I didn't realise it, I was more excited than I had been for a long time, boy, was my husband going to get it tonight, I thought quickly to myself.

And all he did was laugh at me in my face, 'are you threatening me are you Mrs Harton?'

'I would be very careful of that, if I were you,' he said.

'It's not a threat, it's a promise,' I yelled.

The bastard just laughed again at me, I was furious, this wasn't going the way I had played it in my mind.

'What's your first name, Mrs Harton?' he asked.

'Christine, as if that has anything to do with you!' I yelled again.

'Well Chrissy, your wonderful son is, or will be in bad trouble, if you continue to berate me like this, because I have a DVD of him shoplifting from the store where I work in security,' he smirked.

'Don't call me Chrissy,' I said, then, 'what do you mean a DVD?

This had shocked me, I didn't know about this, I didn't understand what he was meaning.

'He come's into my store fairly often, I even spotted him with you one day, and he lifted things that day too, since then I have him 4 more times, now, I can hand the DVDs over to the police, or we can come to an agreement, what do you think, Chrissy?' He said.

'Oh my God,' I whispered, 'I hadn't expected this.'

'No I don't suppose you did Chrissy,' he smiled.

I felt defeated, deflated, what would I do now? I thought.

'What do you want?' I asked quietly.

'Now, that's better Chrissy,' he said.

'Well, you are a beautiful woman, who has just charged into my apartment, and threatened me; I don't like things like that Chrissy,' he told me.

Stupidly, I told him my name was Christine, not Chrissy, I don't know why, it didn't resolve anything.

'You'll be Chrissy to me from now on babe,' he said.

I had no idea of where this was going, but I didn't like it.

'Now we can do one of three things Chrissy,' he said.

'What are they? I asked, knowing I was suddenly no longer in control of the situation.

'Okay,' he said, 'One, I can turn the DVDs over, Jason will get prosecuted for sure, and depending on the value of the gear he stole, he may even go to prison.'

I was aghast.

'Two, we can keep this going, and you will have to expect him to come home with a few bruise's etc now and again, if he doesn't come through,' he offered.

My mouth was dry, I couldn't speak.

'Or,' he said, stepping close to me, 'we can come to a very special arrangement just between you and me, and Jason gets off the hook.'

'What kind of arrangement?' I bleated.

I was stood with my back to his sofa, he closed the gap right between us to almost nothing, and then he squeezed my prominent, and unknowingly to me, my very erect sensitive and very hard nipples. 

Before I could respond, he murmured, 'Mmmm nice and hard, are you turned on Chrissy?'

'Get off me you bastard.' I shouted at him, 'leave me alone, don't you dare touch me!'

'You have a choice to make Chrissy,' he sneered at me, 'what is it to be, you choose baby, okay?'

I was trapped, I couldn't let the DVDs be turned over to the police, and I sure didn't want Jason to be hurt anymore.

'I played for sympathy, but it fell on very deaf ears, 'Oh Dex, please don't, I'll give you money, buy you gifts, please Dex, tell me what you want me to do?'

While I was looking into his very dark eyes he squeezed my nipples again, my calves caught the edge of the sofa, and I fell backwards onto it, he immediately knelt over me, knees on both side of my thighs, trapping me in place, raising his hand as if he was going to slap me, he said. 

'You have a decision to make Chrissy,' my nipples came under attack again from his fingers, more tweaking, and I couldn't help myself, I moaned.

My hands flapped about like a bird with broken wings, useless.

This time he didn't remove his fingers, I scrabbled at them, to get them from my now bullet like teats.

'Please Dex; I'm sorry I came, please let me go, and I'll forget about all this' I almost begged.

'I don't think you really want to do that Chrissy, do you?' 

'Not by the way your nipples are reacting baby' he said.

How could I have so stupidly got myself into this, how had I allowed this 18 year old bully of my son to be taking control of me, and this situation? 

Because, I hadn't thought it through, that's why, I hadn't even contemplated anything else but putting a stop to him bullying Jason.

And now I was almost under his control, he had given me 3 choices, the only one open to me in reality, was the one that was happening right now.

That's when he leaned forward and started kissing my neck, another very sensitive spot.

'Oh Dex, please don't,' I pleaded.

But my pleas fell on deaf ears again.

I was slowly pushed into the back of the sofa, where my submission and demise became complete.

'I can tell you need to be loved Chrissy, you know it; you can feel it, can't you?'

'Now I know it too, can't your husband take care of you? Mmmm?'

'Dex, please stop,' I begged, but I knew there was no way out for me, he was right, I did need to be fucked, and he was going to fuck me, of that I was certain now, I was beginning to burn, and boil like I do when I'm sexually excited, of that there was now doubt.

I stopped pleading with him as my submission became complete.

His lips on my neck were burning a hole in me, and then he moved to my mouth and caught my lips with his and held them in place solely by the power he was exerting over me.

I felt my blouse giving way, the buttons were being undone, soon his fingers and thumbs were on my bare flesh, he had got me, and I was the one now being blackmailed into submission by this knowing boy.

Here I was a 37 year old married woman, who was in charge of her life, on the top of her game, being perfectly undone, by a powerful knowing sexual predator bully.

He ordered me to put my hands down, and I did!

They were now laid uselessly on his upper thighs, thighs that were hard with packed muscle, my nipples were being murdered, my lips were responding to his kiss,, he was all over me like a well worn suit, and I had no defences.

Then I was being pulled round, and laid out on the sofa, he came with me, taking complete control, I was about to be unfaithful for the first time in my marriage, and with someone who was aged no more than a boy.

His left arm around me, holding me, the fingers of his right hand was busy working both nipples, his lips on mine, he was taking his time, he dropped his mouth from my lips to my nipples, and worked me up even more, I was saying to myself, 'will you please hurry up Dex and make love to me, I'm getting desperate for it now.'

I guess that I had been waiting for something like this to happen, the fact that my marriage fidelity was being ripped from me didn't bother me at all, in the back of my mind I was, and had been wanting this to happen, and the fact that it was an 18 year old bully breaking my vows, never bothered me at all, I know I should have been feeling guilty but I wasn't.

He knelt up over me and yanked off his shirt, revealing a tight powerful body, with a six pack to die for.

Taking my hands in his he put them onto his flat muscular chest and told me to 'feel,' which I did, and I liked what my hands were feeling, unbidden my hands slid down to his belt, undid it and tore down the zip, I was in dire need of getting a prick into my hands, and I did after inserting one into his shorts, the hardness, vitality, and girth took my breath away.

He reached behind me, fiddled with the hooks on my skirt, I felt the zip being drawn down, he pulled it off me, followed by my panties, Oh how I wanted his cock in me right now, my husband could have walked through the door and I would have told him to fuck off until Dex had given me what I was in need of.

Then he stood up, pulled down his pants and shorts, and a wonderful sight beheld my eyes, his cock, large and proud stood before me, his bronzed body glistening, he was in fantastic condition, I raised my knee to show him my submission, I wanted to be fucked, ridden, taken, violated, used and abused, but above all, I wanted to be his at this moment in time.

He climbed over me, and put my trembling willing hand on his cock to guide him in, I did, and in he went to my boiling volcanically hot slippy pussy that was begging him to fuck it, I could hear it screaming for it, to be dominated and overpowered.

He lay his weight on me, and using his hips started to drive in and out of me, I came in seconds such was my arousal, I love running my fingers through my husbands hair, and Dex was no different, I gave myself to him, and in a way I had never given myself to my husband.

I kissed him, dug my nails into his back until he moaned in pain and pleasure, I whispered terms of endearment to him, urged him on, 'fuck me Dex, fuck me harder, harder harder!'

My knees were high up, feet over his back, total submission now, no holding back, never had I ever been as aroused or in such desperate need to be totally overtaken, and overwhelmed in this way. 

As he started to cum, I thought briefly about asking him not to shoot his load into my unprotected fertile womb, but I knew he wouldn't listen, and apart from that, I wanted to feel his red hot juice blast its way into me, up and past my cervix, I was a woman in need, to be bred, and rutted by my alpha male.

He rode me like I was a horse in a race until he took me past the finishing post as a winner.

One final mighty lunge of his so powerful loins saw him shudder to a stop as he came in me.

I wrapped myself around him with my arms and legs, my face nestled into his neck, my love for what he had taken me through showing passionately in my grip on him, I never wanted to let him go.

He didn't rise off me for quite a while, I half expected him to be sort of apologetic, contrite, but he wasn't, he lifted his face from me a little, smiled down at me, 'now tell me you bitch, what's it like to be really fucked, by a real live prick, Mmmm?'

'What's it like to have a man's cock inside you for a change, is this the first time you have been properly fucked, it's obvious to me your husband can't and isn't is he?'

I was dumbfounded, yes he had made love to me, no fucked me, like I had never been, I had always thought that my sex life was a reasonable one, but this last hour had proved that it wasn't as good as I had thought at all.

But he didn't have to insult my husband did he?

I didn't realise it then, but he wasn't insulting my husband, he was just telling it like it was, he knew somehow that what he had given to me, done to me, was something I was unaware of, that a woman being fucked like that for the first time in her life, was a life changing event in itself.

He slowly rose from me, much to the emptiness I felt inside when his fabulous prick slid out of me, he bent down, picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, 'how much time do you have Chrissy?' he asked me.

I checked my watch and calculated about another 5 hours, so I told him, and that's when he said, 'good, I'll be able to make sure when you leave here today, that all you will want to do is come back to me to be loved and fucked again.'

I knew already that I would be coming back, and as often as I would be able to, that was a given.

He laid me in bed, got next to me and told me I was to be his slut, and fuck toy, and if I didn't like it, well tough fucking luck, he would give me what I needed, and to prove it, he flipped me over climbed over me, and shoved his cock into my very slick arse where all my juices had leaked, I couldn't stop him, he just fucked me there without any thought about me or my welfare, I cried and begged him to stop, but he went on until I became so turned on to be done and dominated like this, I stopped wailing and started mewling, as he fucked me to a stand still, then he came in my balloon like bowels filling me with his wonderful cum.

I knew then that my surrender to my blackmailer and bully of my son was now irretrievable, and irrevocable, an 18 year old boy had ripped my life apart, taken it over, and here I was wanting nothing more that what he told me.

He spent the rest of the day just loving me, occasionally telling me of our respective positions, that he would love me the way I needed and wanted to be loved, but that he would fuck me any where and any time he wanted, and there would be no dissent at all, I agreed to everything he said, I didn't think of any consequences.

I said, it was time for me to leave, he spent time kissing me, squeezing me, and told me to be here again tomorrow at 9:30 and not to be late or else.




Bully



I told him I would be here, and his parting shot was, 'and wear something sexy for me okay?'

'Don't disappoint me Chrissy,' he said, 'or there will be consequences.'

'I won't Dex, I'll be here, and dressed your way darling,' I kissed him and left.

I turned up next morning dressed as ordered, stockings, thong the works, he nearly raped me, he had me every which way, and I'm sure he came in all my holes at least twice, I was a physical wreck, I could hardly walk straight when I left later in the day, It was wonderful. 

But the best part, that is apart from now being pregnant again, and I know its Dex's, I just hope it doesn't come out bronzed, is that Jason's troubles are over, I leave my husband alone now too, he has asked me if I've found someone else, I just tell him I'm getting older lol, Dex takes more than good care of my needs, and I'm so in love with him.



Bully Advice



"BULLY ADVICE" by ==/\/ymph== (DAW)

(C) September 2015 ... please do not reprint without permission.

*****

Well Freshmen, returning back to college after Summer Break is just over the horizon. Are you ready? Have you figured out a way how to handle the senior bullies there when you get back - or have they just figured out new and more creative ways on how to handle you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Well I have a little friendly advice that will save you from some particularly nasty abuse from them. You can't help everyone, but at least you can avoid making yourself an easy target for them or being tricked into becoming their latest victim.

When you do get back to your classes, try not to get into any fights at all, really. Because with a bully they will usually choose to have it after classes and in the boys' bathroom. And while at first that may sound harmless enough, if you do show up there will be several others to watch and you'll learn rather quickly why they chose this territory.

More importantly, there won't be a fight.

As soon as everyone is ready and you raise your fists for the match, one of them will get in back, slipping both his arms under your armpits and locking his hands behind your neck for a full Nelson hold.

If you don't break free from this, then with your head still in a hold, you will be forced to march into one of the bathroom stalls. Once inside the back of your legs are kicked out as they try to get you to collapse on your knees in front of the toilet found in there.

With the seat raised and before you can protest, your head is pushed straight down into the bowl and once there you are flushed in the school toilet. Then you are released so they can see what you will do.

If you angrily stagger up still ready for a fight, they will all run out of the bathroom scattering in different directions, laughing like hyenas, and there isn't too much you can do at that point except realize that all bullies are cowards when truly confronted and will always avoid meeting you on even terms.

Go ahead and dry yourself with paper towels, be glad you didn't get any worse, and pick where you choose to have a fight more carefully.

But if instead you just grip the sides of the bowl with your hands and only wind up staring at the swirling water as it is sucked down the hole in the toilet, shocked and disgusted that something like this could happen to you, then this will just convince them that you are a wuss and someone they can bully even further.

Because if you don't find the courage or strength to back out of this now, you won't be given a chance later. Instead you will be gripped around your neck with both hands now, and smoothly pushed forward from behind to hold your face in the bowl there.

This is their way of telling you that you do indeed belong headfirst down in the boys' bathroom toilet, especially since you didn't fight back or give a show of resistance.

The others will now take advantage of you being held in place and will eagerly crowd into the stall blocking any chance of escape.

From there they are each given a turn to shove your head to the bottom of the bowl and push down on the lever, flushing you repeatedly in the school toilet, further lowering your self-esteem and weakening your resolve to do anything about it.

And no I don't know of any way to get free from this with all of them standing and crowding around you like that. I wish I did cause the view is awful and, to be honest, it stinks, in more ways than one.

You want them to quit it and you just wanna leave and go home and take a BATH! I know I did many times.

Unless you know karate or something don't try to fight them from here as that WILL give them cause to hurt you both now and later.

And because it's so degrading what they did to you with everyone watching and laughing as you get yourself flushed in the boys' bathroom school toilet, once they are done with you there's little chance of you telling anyone out of pure disgrace, and in any case it would be your word against theirs as it's behind closed doors where no-one else could see it.

And even if you can get past the shame of it and do manage to tell a teacher, the dean, or someone else, despite the possibility of getting one of them in trouble or expelled from college, they'll get revenge on you one way or another.

This is usually done by the other remaining bullies going after one or more of your friends and either hurting or humiliating them like you were for tattling on them in the first place, wrecking whatever friendship you may have had with them earlier.

And don't yell for help either. I did that once back in high school and got my face punched in by two of them where my nose was bleeding and I was washed in the toilet anyways. You can't win a fight if there are several of them.

Also if it's the day before the weekend or a vacation is coming up, it can be a lot worse then just getting washed in the toilet.

Because if you are seen walking to your car and they have a beef with you, they won't hesitate to turn you around and march you right back in the school and into one of the seldom used janitor bathrooms, locking the door behind them, with the notion of flushing you face first down in the toilet again, reminding you of where you belong.

With this facility hardly ever being used as janitors are after hours, there's little chance of them being caught in here.

And if you're an especially easy target for this kind of intimidation, with no one to interrupt them, once they get you back in kneeling over the bowl, and your head back in the toilet, they may even pull your pants down to your ankles leaving you in your tighty whities.

Which would cause you to feel even more vulnerable and disgraced than you already are.

They will then have someone sit on your shoulders straddling your back with their legs, pushing down on your neck to keep your head in the toilet for a long time while two of them pull your arms behind you to prevent you from fighting them.

And even after everyone gets a chance to flush you in the toilet, once again further degrading and humiliating you, they may say things like you're a homo or you're a faggot, and in truth they are just testing to see how far they can push you.

Because if you react to any of this while you are down in there, they will be ready for it. The pressure will be released from your neck, and you are seemingly let go of though your arms will still be held.

Your first reaction is to jerk your head out of the toilet since no-one is holding you down in it now, and that's when you see the guy who was on your back earlier has already hopped off in front, dropped his trousers, and is bending his bare and naked butt only inches in front of you.

And with all of them laughing at you and the strange way it may make you feel in your head by what you're seeing, it just may upset or frustrate you enough into doing one of a few things.

Either by leaning forward slightly and puckering your lips to kiss him right on his gaping butthole - hoping this will satisfy them enough for them to let you go completely.

Or you will be so upset at seeing a naked butt up in your face like this that you try to back up, tripping over your pulled down pants and falling with your back on the bathroom floor.

And that is the worst thing you can do because then he'll just take a few steps back and with the others holding your arms out and your head forward, he'll carefully sit his naked butthole right on your face as if you were a chair and his fat ass will give you a dirty 'kiss' on your shocked and open mouth.

And when either of these take place, while you may be released and patted on your shoulders for being such a good sport to let this happen and give you a chance to pull your pants back up, unlock the door, and let you run out leading you to believe they are done with you, in truth it will be the opposite.

Because now you'll be marked in their book for future abuse like this in the days to follow with them knowing what you can be coerced into doing.

Then you'll never be rid of them! And anything you do or say to them at that point won't matter. They'll threaten to hurt you or even to tell your friends what nasty things you've done in the bathroom if you don't go along with them at this point.

In this way they'll intimidate and mess with your head not just after school but by catching you between classes or even after school as well.

The same guy from earlier in the bathroom will now follow you around between classes waiting for you to sit down somewhere.

And when you do, he'll approach and then turn around and "accidentally" back up into you, leaning forward at the waist to talk to someone else so his fat butt is back up in your face to remind you of the disgraceful things that happened to you earlier in the boys' bathroom.

He may even glance over his shoulder to smirk at you, hoping this will frustrate you enough so you'll lean in and kiss him right on his ass in the hopes he'll move away. And maybe he will, but if you do so, it would be where other college students could see you doing it and their derisive laughter would crush what little of your self-esteem remains.

And usually you are too ashamed to get mad or do anything about it when he does stick his ass up in your face again. So despite what you're feeling, the only thing you can really do in this situation is to take your stuff and move to somewhere else where he can't bother you.

Because if you just sit there and freeze up staring at his butt out of shock or frustration, he only needs to lean back a few inches and comfortably wedge the full weight of his ass, shorts and all, right up against your nose so you're staring up the crack of his butt.

And this will make it even harder for you to pull away without bringing attention to yourself where other students can laugh and point at the embarrassing position you were dumb enough to get yourself into.

If you're having gym, don't lie down on one of the benches for any reason, because if he sees you and there is no-one else around, he'll just drop his shorts and sit on your face in his underwear right then.

Or if it's near the showers or changing or weight room and you are lying down on a bench and everyone else has already left, he'll sit his naked butt right down on you hoping to demoralize and frustrate you enough so you'll kiss his butthole again in the hopes he'll get off you.

And if you're playing college football, when you are tackled by the opposite team, even after you are already down on the ground, if he's on the team, he'll run up and try to sit on your head in the confusion.

And as you're struggling to get free from him he'll just grind his butt on your face once again trying to provoke you into kissing it and only stand up when it's time for everyone to pull back and continue the game.

The senior bullies do this sort of thing consistently to freshmen all through the year not only to assert their authority over them but to see to it that they know their place when they are with them and to keep their self-esteem so low that they will feel too ashamed to tell anyone what's been done and is still being done to them.

And of course that includes you.

And if you give in to this type of abuse pretty easily, while you may never actually get physically hurt, in the days to follow when they find you in the restroom, they'll twist your arm even further and coerce you into doing even more despicable and nasty things for them before they'll let you go.

And if you submit to that, they may well pass it on to other college bully groups who you are and what you look like, and what you've done so they have an idea of what nasty things you've done so far.

So even when you graduate, future bullies would not only recognize you no matter what grade you were in and are entering. They will know just what they can get away with and expect from you for years to come at college, especially when classes start or it is the last day before vacation.

You can try to get away by hiding or leaving college a little earlier, maybe even take a different route to your car, but eventually they'll find you and they'll plan something terrible and nasty because they'll know that you've been deliberately avoiding them.

They wait until there's a holiday coming up where one of the middle grade schools will be empty for the rest of the day. And at that time after your classes they will know exactly where you are. They grab you and take you for a ride there at knifepoint, and once you arrive, have you strip down to your underwear.

And this time instead of just one toilet, they will methodically flush you inside every single urinal and toilet throughout the whole middle school building, all grades and floors, including all the girls' restroom toilets too since the school will be entirely empty of students and teachers.

This actually has a name and has been done before by bullies throughout many different schools to select victims. It is called, "the swirlie tour." (http://pranks.wikia.com/wiki/Swirlie)

Additionally they will have you 'clean' each of the toilets and urinals by grabbing your hair in a wet knot and rubbing your head inside the rim and holes where all the crap is flushed down so your face will be smeared up by the stains found there.

And hours later when they finish with you, you'll feel it. So miserable, dirty, and pathetic, with the taste of every single urinal and toilet in your mouth, that you solemnly swear you'll never EVER go against them again.

You are then given a chance to clean your face with your own underwear by taking it off first while they laugh at you. Then you are given back your clothes to put back on, patted on your back for being such a good sport, and driven back to college where your car is.

And with the days after that, you will quietly and humbly concede into doing whatever nasty thing they want you to do in the future so you can avoid that kind of terrible treatment again. And if that happens, then it means that you will have accepted to be their victim to do with as they please.

Because from then on, anytime you don't show them the proper respect or whatever when they pass you in the hallway or wherever, they'll push you into one of the nearest boys' bathrooms and expect you to clean the dirty school toilets in there for them with your face and hair to remind you of the leverage they have over you.

They'll tell you that you belong in there, and if this is something you don't fight them on, in time you may start to believe that you really do belong in the toilet after all.

And that will be it for you.

So, don't give them that opportunity. Don't give in to bullying, don't concede into being a victim by trying to reason with or fight against them or worse yet, by giving in to doing terrible things, because that is what they want - to see how far they can humiliate you, to show how superior seniors are, how weak freshman are, and to flush your self-esteem right down the toilet!

Instead hold your tongue and be brave and confident, but not foolhardy. Then it can usually end pretty quickly.

They may puff up angrily, upset cause they couldn't intimidate or frighten you with a toilet swirlie, and instead give you a silly warning saying to stay out of our territory, frosh, or you'll get worse next time.

Just count your blessings and get the HELL out of there, pick your school bathrooms between periods more carefully, maintain a lower profile, stay out of fights, and definitely stay out of their reach in the future.

They'll eventually find someone else to mess with who has less self-esteem or is smaller than you and in time totally forget about messing with you.

Also don't bring attention to yourself in one of the college classes or be a smart-ass thinking you'll get away with something just because the teacher or instructor is nearby cause they'll remember you later and you'll regret what they have in mind when they find you alone. I know this from experience.

I've found bullies are always looking for someone to mess with between classes, sometimes during lunch, so your best bet is to not be anywhere in sight of them during this time cause that's when they're looking for a freshman to trick, harass, or humiliate.

Stay in the library and read a book or something if you can't handle the free roaming senior bullies that are wandering the halls and restrooms.

Also don't let one of them talk you in to meeting them for anything, or them wanting to show you something. And definitely don't fall for the old trick of them saying they want to be friends with you or that you are their 'buddy.'

Cause if they ask you to follow them and it does lead to a bathroom, as soon as you walk in you'll know perfectly well what's in stall and in store for you by entering.

And with them all pushing and shoving your head where it doesn't belong for being careless enough into making yourself their latest victim, you'll be real sorry for sticking your nose down into their business ...

==THE END==

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Bully Came To Dinner



I

When Russell returned home for the summer after his second year of university, he was expecting some nice family time with his parents. Instead, Denise had to hit with him with some life changing news considering her and his father -- her partner.

"What do you mean you're separating?!" he outraged.

She tried to sound comforting, but her voice didn't hint at any pain. Truthfully, she didn't have any beyond perhaps what her son was going through. "These things happen, Russ. We really couldn't avoid it. Your father and I just don't connect as we used it."

Russell looked to his father, Richard, who was tense and quiet. "Dad...?"

"Sorry kiddo, sometimes life doesn't go as you expected it."

"I don't get it...how could this happen? You guys looked fine at Christmas. Why didn't you say anything then?"

Denise continued to carry her calm, reasonable tone, "We didn't want to burden your year. And we've gotten pretty good at putting on faces over the years."

"You mean this has been going on a long time?!"

"We kept our problems from you to protect you. But now that you're older, we have no reason to hide it - I have no reason to hide it."

Russell shook his head. "No. I don't believe this. You two love each other. And you should've told me before." He looked to his father again to say something. Something to fix things. He had his hands in pockets, his posture slumped over, and his vision not targeted at either one.

Denise also looked to her husband and knew he wasn't going to speak. Instead, she did, "Regardless of whether we should've given you warning, it wasn't your decision. As hard as it is to hear, you wouldn't have changed anything."

Russell put his hands on his head. "This is nuts," he proclaimed, dropping them again to look at his parents, "You just need to talk it out...go to one of those marriage counsellors or something."

"Honev," Denise started she rubbed his arm, "I know this is hard for you. Believe me: that ship has sailed. We can't go back."

She watched as he said nothing, opting to look down at the floor. The tiles were new. She would have to talk about the renovation with him as well. For now they were caught in some silent tension-filled moments.

Russell's father was the first to break the silence. "I should get going. I'll see you soon, Russ."

He lifted his head. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm staying with your uncle for now."

"What? No. You can sleep in the basement or something until you two work things through. This is just a blip."

His dad faintly smiled and touched his shoulder, squeezing it a bit. "We'll talk soon." With that, he turned to leave. He shared a mute exchange with Denise and then left the room.

She and Russell heard him walk through the creaky front hallway. With the thump of the front door behind him, he was gone. They stood in silence for a moment before Russell's mom perked at him.

"So, what would you like for dinner? You must be starved after driving here this morning!"

A half hour later she called Russell down, who entered and sat down without a word. She watched as Russell fumbled with his food, loosely fitting and refitting the grains of rice on his fork. It was just the two of them at their circular dinner table now. That would admittedly take some getting used to on her part, too.

Normally she could look to her right and see her former partner sitting between them. They changed their seating years ago. Denise wondered if Russell suspected it was because they didn't want to look across the table to see the other person looking back. Things had gotten that bad.

"You like the cupboards?" she asked, breaking the ice.

"Yeah, they look OK."

"How about the countertops? They're granite."

"They're good, Mom. I hope they came out like you wanted," Russell said. There was annoyance in his voice. He must've been thinking how rich it was that she was asking his opinion after the fact -- just like not saying a word about her divorce.

Then Russell dropped his fork, making it clang on the plate. "I don't get it...why now?"

"The work on the kitchen? Well, it needed some updating..."

He shook his head. "No, you guys deciding to not be...together."

"I told you, it was just timing. We did it for you."

"You've been together for 17 years," he urged once more.

"There were some very unhappy years, Russell. Your dad and I weren't getting along for a long time."

"But you should've talked or gone to see a professional," Russell pleaded.

"Your Dad was too stubborn to go. He was convinced that nothing was wrong and it would've been a waste of money." Denise took a drink of water. "Plus I don't think it would have done any good either."

"What do you mean?"

"Some situations are unfixable," she said. When it looked like he still didn't get it, she tried to explain with a reality check, "Happy endings don't always happen."

Denise was cognisant enough of her words and the disparaging effect on her son. To be sure, she was unapologetic about how she felt about the situation. But to spare his feelings any further, she didn't try to justify herself any longer. The other only words she would utter were to offer him more dinner.

"Seconds...?" she asked, holding up a Pyrex.

The next morning, Denise stretched her body out in her king sized bed. Her arms met the emptiness occupying the space next to her. The vastness of her king sized bed was becoming more familiar with each day away from her spouse, although some days she just forgot altogether. "Oh yeah," she yawned, smiling to her herself.

Upbeat and peppy, she swung her long legs off the bed and hopped into the shower. She was singing too! She never used to sing. The water rained on her body, trailing down her modest chest, taut stomach, and powerful thighs. Denise was by no means a model, but she kept herself in great shape. Her body a product of her Dutch roots, she lathered her strawberry blonde tresses and washed her statuesque frame. In a former time, the mom made active use of her body, but those were indeed days gone by. Stepping out of the shower, she dried her strawberry blonde hair and picked out her outfit for the day.

She continued her tune as she glided down the stairs, her floral sundress floating along with her. When she entered the kitchen, she found Russell hunched over a bowl of oatmeal. There wasn't a lot of her in him. Most notably, he took his father's brown hair and eyes, and his height didn't seem to come from her side of the family tree. She saw him do a double take as she passed by him.

"Gooood morning!" she sang as she went into the fridge and took out a low fat yogurt.

It was a week since the family's meeting and Russell was, understandably at this point, very moody and angry with her. With the look he flashed at her, he was now very confused as well. "Morning...Mom..."

Denise pulled the lid off, licking the peachy residue. "What are you up to today?"

"I was going to go to the library and send out some resumes," Russell told her. Being back at home meant he would have to make some money to prepare for the school year.

"Want me to give you a ride? I'm heading out too."

Russell cocked his head. "Where are you going?"

"I have to take the car in for some maintenance. The brakes have been acting weird lately and I want to see if it's something serious."

"OK," Russell said. He would have asked more, but he didn't care enough. "No, I'm going to head out a bit later."

Denise shrugged, scooping the last of the snack between her lips. "Suit yourself. I'm going to go upstairs to finish getting ready."

Working her way into the hallway, she headed back upstairs and positioned herself in front of her bedroom vanity mirror. She was light with the makeup -- some skin cream, blush, and mascara -- but it was enough to make her feel beautiful. At 38, she still had a lot of her looks. She had to rely on herself for assurance of that. Russell's father wasn't big on showing appreciation toward her. Today, she did feel beautiful and wanted to show to the world.

For finishing touches, she strapped on a pair of earthy sandaled pumps and slung her purse over her arm. Her feet clattered on the stairs and she headed down the foyer to the front entrance, past her son who was still working on his breakfast. She called out to him as she pulled the door shut behind her. She wouldn't see him sigh and shake his head before continuing with his breakfast.

Spring was here and it was a sunny, breezy day - nice enough to allow the window down a crack, anyways. She turned on the radio, finding a top 100 station, and sang along to the songs as she drove along.

At a red light, she noted again the thumping coming from the front of her car. Richard usually handled the servicing of their vehicles. She told him about the issues in her car, but he never got around to it. With him out of the picture, she would have to handle it herself.

She also saw a driver next to him, a 20-something boy look her up and down and smile. She smiled giddily back. Looking beyond him, there was a similarly aged girl in the passenger seat distracted on her phone. His girlfriend most likely. As the light hit green and she pulled away, the grin on her face got bigger.

Eventually turning into her destination, the mechanic -- a stereotypical pudgy looking fellow with lots of hair - ushered Denise into the garage and then out of the car. He asked what she needed and she explained. As she did, she caught in her peripheral vision a young man working on one of the other vehicles. The man had a quick look and then reported his findings to Denise.

"Yup, your brake pads are pretty worn out and there might be a bit of loose wiring. I'll let our apprentice Sean to take a look. Hey Sean!!!"

The young man she noted before emerged from behind a hood. The older man called him over and he stood in front of them. Denise looked at him as he took her in. He was taller than his older mentor with a broad upper body and a fit body overall. Well, she had to guess on the latter point on account of his stained blue coveralls.

He brushed his dirty blonde hair as he addressed him, "Yeah?"

"Take a look at the brakes and let me know what you see," the elder mechanic instructed.

Sean did as he asked. As he bent down to examine the car, Denise examined him. She couldn't shake that she might have seen him before, possibly at Russell's school. Yes, she had seen him! In front of the school once when she was picking up or dropping off her son. She saw the horsing around before Russell got in the car. She and the boy made eye contact for a brief moment before Russell urged her to go.

"Brake pads need replacing it looks. That engine might need a look, too," Sean reported, standing up and wiping his oily hands.

"What does that mean?" Denise asked.

The mechanic quickly wrote out an estimate on a paper and handed it to her. "It means you'll have to leave here with us until tomorrow. I gave you a little first time customer discount to ease the blow."

Denise nodded, looking down at the yellow sheet. It was modest. She looked up at the apprentice. They were still eyeing each other. She smiled, "Thanks."

"Do you have a ride home now?" the mechanic asked.

She shook her head, nervously laughing. "No. I was counting on being in and out."

She started to work out scenarios in her head. Who would she call? Russell couldn't help her because she had their only car now, her girlfriends were busy today...then it hit that she would have to call Russell's dad. He would be on his lunch break and he worked nearby so it would be feasible. She desperately did not want it to have to come to that.

Then Sean spoke. "I can give you a lift."

"Works for me, if it does for her," the mechanic said.

Denise, trying to hide her relief, cordially obliged. "I'd like that."

Sean balled up the greasy rag he was holding and launched it like a free throw onto a work bench. "Great, I'll strip out of these and we'll hit the road," he winked.

Denise waited around, monitoring the garage around her. Conscious of how well dressed she looked, she knew how out of place she was in this industrial setting. It was dirty and loud. Denise was never someone who got her hands dirty; not because she felt mighty or anything, but because she just wasn't very coordinated with her hands.

Then Sean came back and Denise's hopes about his body were confirmed. He wore jeans and checkered white and grey shirt with his sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. Her suspicions about seeing him before also became clearer.

"Ready?" he asked.

They already started walking when Denise told him she was. They got to his car, which was actually an older white pickup truck. He explained that he and his mentor used it whenever they had to make lunch or coffee runs. "Or for dropping off beautiful women that didn't have use of their cars," he joked.

As she laughed back, Sean opened the door for her. "Oh, thank you," she delightfully noted as she climbed in. She felt his hand brush her lower back too. Despite its exterior, the cabin was modern enough with a replaced stereo and speaker system and new seats. Sean got in on his side, she gave him rough directions, and they pulled out of the lot.

"Want the windows up?" Sean asked.

"No, it's fine, it's a nice day after all," she commented, launching into some dialogue to learn about him. "So, how long have been at the autoshop?"

Sean explained how he had been learning under Gus for almost a year now and was enrolled in a college program (he had already completed a year) which required him to secure the apprenticeship himself. "Yeah, even before I left Masterton I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do," he finished.

"That's great," she smiled, noting his drive and his mention of Masterton most of all. That was Russell's school too.

"And your story? Day off today?" he said.

"Something like that. I run an online business doing mostly writing, so days off are whenever I want them to be," she joked.

"Aha, you have things figured out better than the rest of us!"

"Maybe," she smiled, looking at his body. He was watching the road. Somewhere along the line she became conscious that she was checking this kid who was basically half her age, but she paid no mind to it right now.

"Oh, you take a left here and then another left onto the third house on the street," she instructed.

Sean pulled into the driveway. There was a moment where they just sat there with the motor humming. "Do you want to come in for coffee? It's the least I could do," she extended after contemplating it for a few seconds. She told herself that it was the polite thing to do.

"I have time, sure," he confidently said.

They figured themselves up the driveway and into the house. Sean complimented her on the place, which she graciously thanked. Finding themselves in the kitchen, they would settle for coffee.

"Alone today?" the young mechanic asked as she configured the coffee maker, working with his back to him.

"Yeah, my son is out doing the job hunt thing," she confirmed, speaking over her shoulder. She saw him looking at her in a deep way. She was going to stop at that, but she pressed on in telling him more. "And my husband and I are going through a separation so he's not exactly around either."

"Oh, sorry to hear," the boy said.

She laughed as she poured out the coffee into mugs. "Don't worry, it's been brewing for a bit now." Internally she wondered again why she was revealing such personal details about herself and her family. She considered her unintended 'brewing' pun. Her husband might have caught it, but Sean didn't catch it.

"Maybe I'm not quick witted like him," he said.

She returned to the table with the drinks and the accompanying fixings. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. Tell me when on the milk."

He stopped her a little bit and opted not to have sugar. Just like how she took her coffee. Then, they talked more about themselves -- icebreaker type details like where they grew up and how. She laughed at how much age at put them at a distance.

"Oh, you're not old. Are you kidding?" Sean told her. "You still carry yourself well. You look amazing today, anyways."

Denise blushed, "Thanks." She would be lying if she wasn't purposely fishing for his compliment. She didn't intended on setting him up for it, but it went over well.

"So when's your son get home?"

She was disappointed to not be talking about how good she looked anymore, but she answered. "Russell? I'm not sure. It's been a few hours, so I think soon." She looked to the clock. Yes, it had been a while.

Then, as if on cue, the door sounded and someone entered. "Oh, that's him. RUSS...?!? Can you come into the kitchen...?!?"

Russell appeared at the doorway shortly after. "Whose is that truck out front?" Then his eyes nervously scanned the scene as they darted between the coffee cups on the table, his mother, and Sean. "What's going on...?"

"Rusty!! Good to see you old friend!" Sean sounded.

"You remember Sean, right?" his Mom asked.

Russell still looked incredibly lost and uncomfortable. "Yeah...?"

"Good to see you, Rusty. What are you up to now?"

Her son collected herself enough to vaguely answer him, although didn't reciprocate the question. "Um, just finished first year of university..."

"That's cool. University is a great achievement," Sean complimented him, looking more at Denise as he did.

A bit of silence followed as Denise and Sean sat together at the table and Russell a few metres away, still at kitchen entryway. She implored him to join them. "Well, are you going to stand at the door or sit with us?"

Russell legs twitched, but Sean pushed out his chair. "It's OK. I have to get going anyways."

Denise was truthfully disappointed as she stood too, although she wasn't sure why. "Oh, let me walk you out then."

They moved out of the room, passing Russell. Sean put a hand on his shoulder and grinned. "Good to see you man. We should hang." He then squeezed Russ' arm, making the boy wince slightly. More boyish horseplay, Denise thought of it. Her son offered him a meek 'bye' and they headed for the door.

Sean told her that he would call tomorrow when the car was ready and he would give her lift back to the tomorrow shop as well. She said she would likely need it. She sounded off her house phone.

"And your cell phone, too...you know, just in case," he asked. She grinned at that and told him it as well. Her finger played with her necklace, wrapping it around it.

"Great! I'll see you tomorrow, Denise," he said.

She let him out and sent him off with a 'bye'. She watched from the door as he climbed into his truck and backed out of the driveway. Her eyes didn't leave the front of the house until the white vehicle was completely out of sight. Her smile prevailed, though. She walked back from the foyer, nearly spaghetti legged. Russell stopped her gleeful mood, though.

"What was that?" he asked.

"What?"

"What was Sean Preston doing here?"

"My car is going to be in the shop until tomorrow so he gave me a lift home," she answered.

Russell shook his head. "Why didn't you just call Dad then?"

"Your Dad was busy. Plus, I would've had to wait. Sean was right there," she explained. Yes, she never checked if Richard was free, but she wasn't going to tell Russell that his dad was the last person she wanted to call.

"That guy's a jerk...I don't like him being here."

Denise shrugged, shocked to hear that characterization of him. "He was polite to me."

"Of course he was. Sean is one of the most two-faced assholes I've ever met."

Denise fired back, placing her hands on her hips. "Hey! That's no way to talk about anyone. Even if he wasn't nice before, he is now. You need to be more accepting."

Russell just rolled her eyes at her. "Whatever. I'm going to put my stuff down."




Bully Came To Dinner



As Russell marched upstairs, Denise watched disparagingly. She knew he was moody, but she didn't have to talk about Sean in that way. He showed him so much disrespect in the kitchen too. She wasn't sure about Russell. She shook her head and returned to kitchen to collect the coffee cups.

As expected he stayed in his room for the rest of the day, coming down only for dinner and to grab the occasional snack. Denise attempted to busy herself on her computer doing business related things. She wrote blog posts as a part of her endeavours, but when she went to write something down, nothing was coming to her.

Then, as most people did when work wasn't panning out, she entered the URL for Facebook. She used the site to connect with professional contacts and family. She perused her wall and disappointingly only found one or two things worth investigating further.

She sat back in her chair for moment, wondering what she would do next. An idea pinging in her head, she straightened her body and clicked the site's search bar. With a grin, her long fingers typed out the name 'Sean Preston' and hit enter. She felt naughty when his picture came up. His profile was the first on the list. She had to thank her son for being in the same network as him.

Denise then clicked on his name. He had an open profile! She first scanned his birthday (he had turned 20 a few months ago) and then some of the posts on his wall -- a lot of them being links to songs and videos -- before hitting what everyone did when checking out a new person on Facebook -- his photos.

She felt both shameful and excited for creeping on this boy who was just a few years removed from highschool. Many of the recent pictures featured him out with friends and practicing sports in summer leagues, notably basketball and soccer. Loose shorts, sleeveless jersey, tinted skin. His dirty blonde hair was shorter; he was growing it lately. She liked the look.

"This is crazy, Denise," she told herself as she clicked through the photos. But she didn't want to stop. With each one, she became more intrigued and embarrassed. They fed each other.

Finally, she closed the window and the laptop altogether. She would go watch TV for an hour or two and then head to sleep.

In bed, her feelings on her day continued. As she thought about Sean, she realised she was indeed checking him out! She did in the garage, in his car, and in her kitchen! She wondered if there was something wrong with her for thinking about this boy -- who was again, half her age!

Then she thought about Russell. She was admittedly quick to dismiss her own son's commentary about the apprentice. Was he right about him being an unpleasant boy or just being difficult for the sake of being difficult in protest of the divorce? That was another question.

Her concluding thought before she drifted to bed was that even though she didn't have everything figured out, he had given her some excitement. And she had not had that in a while.

II

Denise woke just as she had the previous morning. Just as she floated into the shower, she pranced back out clean and refreshed. The next task was wardrobe. Denise loved fashion and loved looking good. The problem was she was married to a man that wasn't very vocal with her in that regard. Richard was the kind of person that would have just told her she looked 'nice' -- that was, if said anything at all to her. The result was she wasn't going partake in such a pointless exercise if he wasn't going to notice. So, she dressed more modestly than she otherwise would have liked.

"Decisions, decisions," she said as she looked into the closet. Her blue eyes scanned for selections. The weather forecast called for another nice day, so she wanted something light, airy, and fun. But what?

"Why are there so many decisions?" she said aloud. And why was she thinking about this so long? She stood there in her underwear seemingly forever. And she wondered if this was really about looking good in general, or if her thoughts about Sean were altering her decision-making.

Finally, she elected for more floral patterns -- this time in the form of a skirt -- and a white top with a little bit of plunging neckline. It was snug against her body, but she thought it worked as a respectable, stylish combination.

She was just about ready when she had a naughty thought. "Hmm, actually..." she sounded, bending over and removing her panties. She giggled, not knowing what go into her but liking the She strapped on the same heels from yesterday and she was ready.

When she came to down the kitchen, Russell was standing by the counter. He looked up from the cup of coffee he was making and flashed her the same look at her outfit as the previous day.

"Morning!" she greeted.

Russell turned and walked toward her. "Hey Mom, sorry about yesterday. I'm still a little uneasy about everything."

She nodded and smiled sympathetically. "I know."

"It's just, Sean came over and we weren't exactly close at Masterton. So with and the divorce I wasn't exactly in the best mood. But I'm bett..."

He suddenly stopped. Ringing phone. It was coming from her purse. Denise held up a finger, telling him to hold on a minute. She retrieved her cell phone and looked at the screen confusedly. Answering it, she put it to her ear.

"Hello...?" Her visage suddenly became animated as she smiled into it. "Hey! Ten minutes? No, it's enough time. I'll see you in a bit then. Bye!"

Hanging up, she turned back to Russell. He shook his head, looking to her for a hold on what was going on. "Who was that?"

"It was Sean. My car is ready."

"Oh, so you have to go get it?"

"Yeah, he's going to pick me up. He's on his way over now."

Russell's face dropped. "Him? Why him? Can't he just drive it over?"

"Well I have to see it first! Plus, someone has to get me there," she laughingly dismissed, walking to cupboard to fetch a glass and fill it with water.

"Can it not be Sean?" he continued.

"I think you're making this into something bigger than what it is. It's no big deal," she assured him, leaning against the counter. "He's just being a gentleman and providing good service."

Russell was not calmed by anything she was saying. "Sean doesn't know how to be a gentleman. I've seen him at school and heard how he talks about girls. There is nothing nice about him."

Denise placed the glass next to the sink. She was about to rebut Russ, but the doorbell rang. He was early, she thought. He was very liberal when he said he'd be ten minutes, apparently.

"That's him now. Walk me out and we'll about this later," she said.

When they got to the door, Sean was facing their lawn. Denise opened the door and he turned around. He wore faded blue jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt, and black shades.

"Hey, Sean," she cheerfully greeted.

The apprentice looked her up and down. "Wow, aren't you a little smoking to be going to a dirty garage? Not that I'm complaining." He looked in Russell's direction after saying it. Denise's son was not welcoming in any sense.

Denise laughed as she looked down like a shy schoolgirl. She might have felt herself blush.

"Hey Rusty," Sean said. He held out his hand. Russell didn't take it right away, but went in nonetheless. Sean slapped his arm and squeezed his hand. "Nice to see you, bud. Doing good?"

When they disengaged, Russell wore some discomfort. He purposely didn't answer him. Instead, he addressed his mother, "So you're just picking up the car and that's it, right?"

"Oh I don't know, Russ. I haven't decided yet," she said. She was still very smiley and looking at her son's former schoolmate - her son's taller former schoolmate. "I might want to do some other things."

"By yourself, right?" he said. Denise knew what 'by yourself' meant. She shot him a threatening look. "What?! I just want to know what you're doing! Is that wrong?!" Russell emphatically defended.

Sean chimed in to defuse the situation. Only, he did not really defuse it. "It is a nice enough day. I don't think you can not take advantage. Beats sitting around the house and playing video games, eh Rusty?" Russell shook his head, wanting desperately to say something. Sean smiled, turning to Denise before he could. "We should get going, though."

Denise agreed, "Yes." She said bye to her son and started down the veranda stares.

Sean hung around to say his own farewell. "Don't worry man, your mom is well taken care of with me," he grinned, slapping his arm again. He then watched in front of him as Denise went down the stairs in her flimsy skirt and heeled shoes.

He then raced down to join her just as she neared his truck. He opened the door for her, ogling her backside as he did. She thanked him and he obliged, walking around to the driver's side. Russell watched from the porch as they then backed out and drove off.

The trip to the shop was dominated by business. Sean let her about what they had done on her car. "I did most of the work myself so it's top notch," he boasted.

"I bet," she replied. She surveyed his body as he was focussed on the road. Then he moved to adjust the radio and she looked away, settling her sights out the window. He grinned, looking up her smooth legs to her tight top.

Soon after they pulled into the shop. The mechanic from yesterday told her more about the work, showing her specifically. The three of them bend over under the hood. As they did, Sean leaned back at the same time as his professional mentor to survey her floral behind. Sharing a wink, they explained the work.

Ducking out, Denise expressed her gratitude. "Wow, thanks. Quick and painless. Great service too."

Sean winked. "I aim to serve whatever itches you."

She laughed at that. The next step was pay for the work which she handled with her credit card. The mechanic rang her in, and then handed it back. "Come back anytime," he grinned.

Although she was in good spirits the entire time she was there, she felt a bit disappointed when he said that because that meant she had no more business at the garage. She thanked him again.

"I'm taking lunch now, OK Chief?" Sean said.

The mechanic shrugged at him. "As long as you bring me back something."

Looking to Denise, he held his arm out toward the door, "Doing something now?"

And before she knew how it happened, she was going to lunch with Sean. They would take separate cars, but she would follow him. He knew a spot. Driving behind him, she was giddy the whole way. She also noticed that there wasn't any thumping anymore as she tried to stop. That was good. "Thank you Seany," she said to herself.

They parked beside each other and then walked together toward the bistro. He brushed a hand along her back as they entered. Sean confidently told the hostess they wanted a table outside. A waitress promptly followed, offering menus and taking drink orders. Denise had a vodka lemonade. Sean elected to have a beer.

After perusing the menu, they decided on splitting a couple of dishes. Denise crossed and uncrossed her smooth, silk-skinned legs, deliberately giving Sean a show. His brown pupils were hiding behind a pair of sunglasses, but she liked to think he was ogling them. She dangled a foot playfully in front of him. Her shoe came off the heel and hung perilously on her toe.

"Those are quite the legs," he pointed.

She giggled. "Yes, I used to know my way around a dance studio with them once upon a time."

"A dancer," he nodded. "I like that."

"Yeah, but those days are long gone now..."

"I bet you can still do and thing or two."

"Wellll...maybe..." Denise grinned to herself. "I haven't shown that side of me in a long time, though." In college, Denise was a bit freer and more open in the way she carried herself. Then she met and settled down with Richard. Marriage and responsibilities turned her into a prim and proper wife, but the eventual lack of passion kept her trapped in that role without allowing her to be more expressive.

The waitress came back with their drinks and took their order. Sean took the lead in requesting everything, and sounding quite confident at it too. Denise loved how he took charge with everything. And when men in general took charge. With beverages in hand, he offered a toast -- to her legs. That had her smiling behind her straw.

"So what was Rusty's deal? At the house, I mean," he asked as she put her glass down.

"Russell? Oh, he's just still upset about the divorce," she replied, trying to shrug it off.

"I saw how he was being with you. You shouldn't have to deal with that crap."

"Think so?" she genuinely asked.

"Yeah, he's being a baby about everything. He needs to man up."

"Hmm," she sounded. She thought about it, and Sean might have had a point, even if he described things in words she would not have chosen. "It's funny because since I'm divorcing his father, Rust...I mean, Russell is basically the man in my life right now."

"He was such a nerd in school."

"He says you were a jerk to him."

"He says jerk, I say motivator. That kid had no ambition. He basically had two left feet, so sports were a write off. What the hell could he do? And if I accidentally brushed him in the halls a few times, so what? He's useless."

It shouldn't have, but the bluntness toward her son was exciting. She should have been defending him but she remained silent. She put her leg down and squeezed her thighs to curtail her arousal.

Sean continued. "I bet he gets in from his father. He was a loser, wasn't he? That's why you're divorcing his ass, right?"

Denise said nothing, but silently she agreed, even if she wouldn't have put it in those terms -- her husband the loser. She was tired of being married to a guy that didn't want to put any effort to their marriage.

Sean put his hand on her thigh. She jolted. She felt it trail up the smooth surface. He moved it under the hem of her skirt. This was so risqué. Far from the boldest thing she had ever been a part of. "You deserve better," he declared.

"Oh my..." she sounded back. His hand was getting closer. He would know that she wasn't wearing any panties!

At that moment, the waitress came back with the food. Sean quickly retracted his hand and let her set everything on the table. Denise smiled up at her, trying to regain her cool.

They didn't talk again about Russell or Richard or about herself again. Sean kept talking about her car, which they already went over. She felt like he was teasing her. To make such bold declarations about her family and then caress her, and now to go back to a business relationship? What was he doing? He didn't touch her again either. Actually, he even got into a conversation with the younger waitress for about 5 minutes. Denise sat silently as he basically flirted with the girl his own age -- much younger than her.

After having the waitress pack up some of the uneaten grub for his boss, Sean said the bill was on him. With that, they headed to their vehicles.

Denise was hoping he would say something about maybe wanting to see her again, as if this was some sort of date. Instead he told her, "Let me know if you ever have a problem, eh? You have my number."

Denise then got in her car and headed home. The day was spent rather normally without a thought to Sean. Russell came home and they spoke about idle matters. She didn't bring up Russell's tormenter at all.

Sean didn't come into her thinking until that night as she sat in bed. Pillows resting against her lower back, her body clad in a light nightie, Denise's slender fingers danced anxiously over her phone. She had his number, so she could contact him - he even said that.

But should she call? She clicked the icon with that intention, but didn't follow through. Instead, she backtracked and opted for a text message. That was how young people communicated today, wasn't it? Her thumbs wobbled indecisively over the keypad. Then she started to type something out - something wordy and elaborate. She erased it and started over. She ended up with just a simple greeting and a thank you:

Hi Sean. Thank you for lunch and for the help with my car.

Then she hit send.

She tossed the phone face down on the bed. And then flipped it over to check. Nothing. Maybe it was too late in the night. The clock said 10:04. People his age were still up at this time, weren't they? Russell was up, she knew that. Thank you for the help? Was that even the right thing to say? It sounded a bit too polite and formal, she thought.

Then self-doubt set in. Maybe he was done with her after today. Maybe she was right in that he was just providing good service and just wanted her business for future occasions. But why would he touch her and tell her about how stupid Russell and her soon to be ex-husband were?

She really hoped he wasn't done with her. It was time to be honest for the first time. She finally admitted to herself why he was so fascinated: he turned her on. It was his whole confident demeanour. He was an alpha male. Denise loved alpha males. At least, she fantasied about having one around. It was her ultimate desire when she was younger. He never had defined facial features. Just a strong, hard bodied man who could tell her what to do and just take her. Then she met Richard, and while she was happy with him for a while (a long while really), he was never even close to an alpha male.

She re-echoed everything he said about Russell in her head. About how useless and weak and uncoordinated he was. He was so unapologetic about it! She was a terrible, shameful mother for loving it all.

She found her hand travelling under her dress toward her cunt. Then, in went her finger. Oh that felt good -- incredibly shameful, but good! She pumped her digit at a slow pace. Long, potent thrusts.

She replayed his words: 'he's useless'. She moaned, "Oh, he is so useless...so fuckin' useless." She hooked another finger inside and circled her vaginal walls while picking up the pace.

"And my stupid loser husband," she laughed. She couldn't believe she said that!

Her phone beeped and vibrated beside her. She lifted it up with her free hand and checked the notification:

Anything to help a hot woman like you

"Ohhhh, Sean!" she smiled. He did care! Her pace was now furious. With her free hand she tried to answer back:

You thjikn so,

He answered back right away:

Yup...wouldn't mind seeing those legs again

And that's when she lost it. The phone dropped onto the bed and she pushed her fingers further. She felt dirty...and horny. Dirty and horny. If only he could see her now. He would climb in with her. She opened her legs further, as if to let him in. "Ohhhh Sean," she moaned. Her back lifted off the bed. Her midsection tightened and she felt the pressure mount. She let out a long groan and let the climax wash over her.

Denise collapsed flat against the bed and panted. She pulled her sticky fingers out of twat. Those would need cleaning up. She skipped to the washroom and lathered up her hands. Looking at her flushed visage, she smirked wildly. She WAS a dirty girl.

Returning to her bed, she coolly replied to the text and turned in for the night:

How about Thursday? I'll make you dinner ;)

III

In the intervening days, Denise was a bouncy, happy soul. She walked around the house exclusively in dresses that showed off her legs. Russell saw her peppiness and might have thought it was odd, but he didn't say anything towards her. He just spoke to her normally about the typical day-to-day things -- how their days were, what they were going to eat etc. She didn't mention Sean at all to him either; for all her son knew, she was done with his former schoolmate. Part of her enjoyed the fact that he believed the mess with Sean was over. He would be in for such a surprise...




Bully Came To Dinner



At night, she masturbated furiously. Beyond her mental images of Sean, on the second, she started to use aids via the internet. She streamed older woman-younger male videos and read 'Mature' stories on Literotica. On the third day, she was completely overtaken by her desire. She was loud and pushed herself to make noise. She forced the dildo further into her cunt, moaning and looking toward the thin wall connecting her and Russell's rooms. He was in there. Gaming probably. What else did he do with his time?

"Oh yeahhh..." she moaned again. Her breathing raced as she shoved it. "Fuck...." Then without thinking she mouthed, "Sean."

"Fuck me Sean," Denise repeated without remorse. She wanted his young, college-aged cock so bad. The dildo was great at what it did, but she needed a real one. It had been too long. She and Russell's dad lost intimacy a long time ago.

She was close. Her toes straightened. Her back lifted off the bed. She pumped it further and deeper, letting out an imperiled gasp. "Ohhhhh yeeeeeahhhh...." Then she let out a succession of loud moans. "YEAHHH...YEAHHH...OOOH YEAAAHHHH..." Her pelvis contracted and she brought herself to orgasm.

She settled back onto the bed and relaxed her breathing. She couldn't stop smiling. She wondered if Russell had heard. Her twisted mind hoped he did. After a few moments, she rolled off the mattress and went into the washroom to clean up. Soon after that she went to sleep with the happiest of thoughts.

Her emotions in the morning matched those from last night. While getting dressed, she shot Sean a text message to see if they were still on for later in the day. They were. His simple confirmation made her gush and giggle:

Wouldn't miss seeing those legs

She came down in another flowing sundress and sandalled heels. Russell was sitting at the table when she arrived in the kitchen. "Gooood morning my son," she sang.

He looked up from his oatmeal, watching her hum to the refrigerator. "Morning..." he answered. She jovially moved about the kitchen, eventually ending up with a glass of orange juice.

"Sleep well?" she asked, leaning against the counter and taking a sip. She couldn't hide a grin as moved the glass away from her lips. She watched his face intently, looking for a hint of recollection from the night before.

Russell took a moment before replying and even another nervous pause before returning the inquiry. "Uh fine. You?"

"Wonderfully," she grinned. His hesitation told her everything. In that moment, she knew that they both knew. "So what do you have planned today?"

"Umm, not sure. I might stay around here and try to get some work done or something," Russell answered.

"Mmm, sounds great," his mom sounded, twisting her body against the counter behind her and tasting the sweet juice against her lips. "Sean's coming over for dinner tonight so the house does need some touch-ups."

Russell's eyes widened at the news. "What? I thought you were done with him. How could you let him come over?"

With an audible thump, Denise placed the cup down beside her. "You stop that. I've had enough of your rude ways toward Sean. He fixed our car. The least we could do is treat him to a nice meal and some hospitality."

"You paid him money already. You don't owe him anything more," Russell fired back. "I don't know why you're still bothering with him."

"That's enough. He is a hardworking, responsible young man who's already started on his way to carving out a life for himself. There hasn't been a day this summer where he just sat at home and waited for something to happen. See, now I'm annoyed. Go outside and mow the lawn and then sweep and mop this house from top to bottom. Now." Not allowing Russell to get in another word, Denise left the room and went upstairs.

Her son sat dumbfounded, trying to figure how what just happened. She was being so unreasonable and odd lately. Only the night prior he was clamoring on his computer when he began to hear noises from the other side of the wall. They were faint to start, and he thought his mom was dreaming. She sometimes spoke in her sleep. But then they grew louder! He had to pop some earphones into his ears and turn up the music to block it all out. It didn't work. That was a very uncomfortable few minutes. Now Sean was apparently coming over and he was charged with cleaning the inside and the outside of the house. Shaking his head, he left for the front door.

Denise sat in her upstairs office irritated and invigorated all the same. Who was Russell to tell her how to act? She was a grown woman with self-respect and the ability to make her own decisions. Her son was being just like his dad. Richard had his own controlling ways about her. She wasn't going to go through that again. She wanted to be free.

Outside her window she heard the blaring hum of the lawn mower. She lifted herself slightly off her seat and peered out the window. Russell was slowly trailing down the front yard, grooming their lawn. She was proud of herself for standing up to him. He needed the discipline was happy to put him in place. Plus, with no summer job, there was no way he wasn't going to pitch in around the house.

For the duration of the afternoon she worked on her online business, checking on sales and generating content. She was quite productive, although her mind inevitably drifted back to tonight. She felt like such a little girl, nervous but excited for their get-together. Sean was going to be here! She wanted desperately to impress him. As expectedly as her thoughts about the young mechanic entered her mind, she was starting to get hot. Sadly, she couldn't afford to be hot right now -- not when she had real work to do.

To 'cool' herself off, she went to fix herself a lemonade, of course adding something a little extra. As she walking back up, Russell was coming in. He looked very unhappy. "Finished out there?"

"Yeah," he dejectedly answered.

"Mmm, good," she sounded, biting down on the straw. "I was just in the kitchen and the floors need scrubbing. And make sure you dust and vacuum the living room too. So many days here and you let everything gather so much dirt." With that she gingerly climbed the stairs, leaving Russell to once again to contemplate her demeanour -- this time rosy as well as condescending, if that was possible.

Cognizant that Russell was laboriously toiling away on the lower levels, Denise buckled down upstairs. Deep inside her, though, the anxiety was building. Time wasn't the friendliest thing in situations like hers. She had to fight the urged to check the clock. Sean was coming by around 7:30. That gave her a lot of time and a lot of nerves.

At some point she realized it was probably a good idea to start on dinner too. That would eat up some time. On her way to the kitchen, she pleasantly noticed Russell pushing a broom along the floor downstairs. She refilled her drink and got to work herself. Even the decision on what to make had her thinking a bit. What would Sean even like? It was so critical; she really wanted to impress. With much deliberation, eventually she settled on steaks, potatoes, and greens. She found it funny that she ended cooking a pretty conventional North American meal, but at the end of the day she reasoned what man would turn down a big hunk of meat?

She stuck everything in the oven allowed it to cook while she went to get ready herself. A steamy shower started things off nicely. Moving her hands over her body, she was pretty confident about her body. Of course, she couldn't resist lifting her long leg onto the side of the tub and rubbing herself. She didn't bring herself to orgasm, but she still worked herself over pretty good.

Stepping out and drying herself off, she was out off to style herself for the evening. She blushed up her cheekbones, painted her lips, neated up her eyebrows, and dressed up her eyes. Sheer black stockings, a naughty little thong and a lacy brassiere made up her undergarments. As for a gown, the choices were numerous, but in the end she traded her sundress for a tiny black dress that was sure to bring out her legs.

She picked out a necklace from her jewelry box and started to fiddle with it when a devious smile formed on her glossy lips. "Russell...can you come in here for sec?!"

Her son entered the room a minute later, dragging his feet. "What?" Then she saw his eyes go wide as he took her in. With the expression on his face, she could tell that he thought she look like a whore!

"I need you to help me with the clasp," she answered with a knowing smile, holding out the ends to her necklace. Without a word, Russell approach to end. She could sense the discomfort in him as he stood close to her. He didn't connect the necklace right way, which made the situation that much more tense for him.

"Struggling?" she inquired, poking at his failure.

His hands were shaking. Beyond them was his mom's chest. She was showing a lot of skin. "I'm trying. It's just hard to get the thing in the hole."

Denise thought it was too easy to go there, but she did anyways. "It's OK, some guys have trouble, and others know exactly how to figure themselves around a hole." She was being juvenile. It's didn't even sound right. She wasn't even sure Russell caught her innuendo; it didn't matter because he finally fitted it through.

"There," he relieved, turning to leave immediately.

She touched his arm, "Wait." She stood back for him, twirling her body around and holding the hems of her dress. "Does Mommy look good?"

"Yeah, you look fine, Mom..." he simply and reluctantly answered.

Denise stroked his face. "Aww, do you really think he -- Sean - will like it? I ask because you wanted to voice your opinion about choices I make, right?" She could read him so perfectly. He was in disbelief about her, wondering if his mom and her sexy new persona were actually going there.

She grinned again, thanking him for the help with the clasp again, as if that was the whole reason he called her. "Oh, if the door rings, let Sean in and make him comfortable, OK dear?"

"OK...Mom..." And then he turned to go. Denise burst into a schoolgirl-esque giggle as soon the door shut behind him. She was bad.

Russell descended the stairs disparagingly. What was his mom trying to do? For whatever reason, she still had her wedding ring on! He wanted to tell her she was behaving like a...well, like a slut. Gosh, he didn't think he would ever have to use that word with her! He never saw her snap like that with him today either. At this point, his words were going hopeless. She was just going to have to realize for herself what a jackass Sean was going to be.

Still though: that dress. Could it have been any shorter...or tighter? Her breasts looked...bigger. And she was that big normally. He always thought his mother was beautiful, but this was something else. Was she...hot? No. What was he doing? What was he thinking?

He hung around the house, hoping that Sean would not come. Russell desperately didn't want it to happen. He was clockwatching. 6:45 became 7, which became 7:15. Maybe he would cancel. Maybe it wouldn't happen after all.

His hopes were dashed by the chimes echoing through the house. "Seanyyyy...doorbellll..." his mom called from upstairs, as if he hadn't figured it out. He sighed, his cement feet guiding him toward the front entrance. The only bit of hope he had now was someone else appearing on the other side of the door. But alas, it was Sean after all.

"Heyyyy, Rusty!! Good to see you, bro!!!" The imposing young man slapped him harshly on the shoulder and step inside without invitation. He was respectfully dressed in a pair of black trousers and dark shirt with its sleeves rolled up. Sean passed a liquor bag into his former schoolmate's arms. "Vino for later. Don't drop it or I'll kill you."

"So, is the little lady all ready for me?" Sean gazed up the stairs.

"No, I think she'll be down in a minute. You can wait in the living room until she's done."

"Why I think I might, Rusty!" he said, already walking and taking a seat on the couch. "Fix me up a drink there kiddo. Anything with rum."

Russell was beginning to feel more and more like a servant today. First his mom, now Sean. He hated it. He reluctantly did as he was told, though. Sean seemed to be OK with his drink making skills. "Not bad, Rusty!" he raised the glass to him. "By the way, don't worry."

"Don't worry about what?"

"Your mom is in good hands tonight," he said, draping one hand on the back of the couch. "...And I'll be between a great pair of thighs."

Sean winked and Russell seethed. He came in like he owned the place, was making himself comfortable on his sofa, and was now talking about having sex with his mom?!

"I think it could really be a good influence for you having a real man around here. At least, your dear mommy thinks so," Sean added some more.

Russell's teeth gritted together. He opened his mouth, readying to give him a piece of his mind. He didn't care that Sean was taller and stronger. He had to stand up now. His lips parted, his hand lifted, and ...

"Awww, my boys are catching up, eh?" Russell turned around. His mom was standing behind him.

Sean immediately stood up, bluntly complimenting her in front of her own son. "Wow, Denise...you are smoking!"

The older woman beamed, not even hiding humility. "I know. I see Russell took care of you, huh?"

"Yeah, the kid ain't useless after all," Sean replied, slapping the back of his classmate's neck and giving it a squeeze. Russell wanted to yell out that they were the same age amongst the abusive treatment!

"Well, dinner's ready if you boys are hungry," informed Denise.

"I'll eat later," Russell informed.

Sean cocked his head at him. "Your mom cooked a meal and you don't want to eat? How ungrateful are you?"

Russell's eyes widened at the sudden accusation. "What? I didn't say that. I'm just not hungry, that's all."

"All I'm hearing is you don't want to have a proper meal at the table with your mom and me."

He groaned again. "I didn't say -- oh fine! I'll eat with you guys. I gotta use the washroom first, IF I'm allowed to do that." His body washed in frustration and futility, he walked down the hall to wash up.

Denise and Sean watched him leave the room before putting their eyes on each other. Once again the mom was impressed by how controlling this young, hulking man could be. Sean completely dummied her little boy -- and she loved it.

"Moody, isn't he?" he commented, sliding his hand down her back.

Denise rolled her eyes, snickering a bit. "Forget him. Youuu..." she sang, tiptoeing her fingers up his chest while feeling him on her ass, "...are looking sharp."

"And you..." he looked up and down her dress, "...are looking sexy."

The older woman grinned, "Well, that was the idea..." She craned her neck up, gazing into his handsome visage. With his firm body pressed against her, she couldn't resist arousal. His cock was so close. He definitely was keeping it in the pants, because she sadly couldn't feel it all. She desperately wanted him to toss her onto the couch and take her right there. Or maybe bend her over the arm rest and hammering her from behind. She was pretty open to anything...

Whatever moment they were about to have was interrupted by the distant flushing of a toilet. Moments later, Russell walked out to see her mom in the arms of his highschool tormenter. He froze in place. Initially his brown pupils went wide and still. But then a curious thing happened: his eyes followed her body. They followed her torso as it was pressed against Sean. They followed her backside as it was groped by Sean. The look on his face wasn't disbelief like she saw many times before...no, it was something else. Perhaps, curiousity? She beamed inside at that thought: her bratty son had voyeuristic side potentially!

"All washed up, Son?" Denise said with a smirk.

Russell shook his head. "Yeah. Let's go." He led the way to the kitchen with Denise and Sean bringing it up the rear.

When they all got in the kitchen, somehow Russell was taxed with prepping the table...and serving the food...and serving the wine. He even wore an apron through the whole thing, so as to not 'dirty himself'. He tried to make it so he would sit beside his mom (in his dad's spot) and Sean would take a spot across from them, but Sean butt in and sat near her at the last moment. Russell sat down himself, although his mom and his former (and current) tormenter didn't wait to start eating.

"Mmmmm, this is delicious, Denise. Really," Sean commended, sliding a bite of steak into his mouth. "Have you ever been commended on your cooking?"

She giggled. "Not often enough."

He turned to Russell, "That's such a shame. Rusty, thank your mom for this great meal." Russell looked at him in skeptically. He was being order to appreciate his mom's cooking? He already appreciated it! He wasn't about to tell him mom because the jerk ordered him to.

Sean abruptly banged the table. "WELL...?!?!"

Russell nearly came out of his seat. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Sean's eyes and voice attacked him with the same ferocity he remembered in highschool. It reminded him that the asshole was actually short tempered and a loose cannon.

He was about to answer when his schoolmate suddenly burst into laughter. "Man....you should've seen your face!!!You were going to piss your pants, weren't ya??? Oh mannn..." He just continued laughing.

Denise rubbed Sean's hairy forearm, fighting off laughter herself. "Thanks...Sean. I'm glad it turned out so succulent in the oven," she said.

"Oh I bet you love a succulent hunk of meat in your mouth..." Sean winked back. He poured her more wine. "Drink up."

Denise was feeling frisky, and the alcohol didn't help things. Neither did Sean's arm, which was now under the table and caressing her leg. He clutched the hem of her dress and began to tug on it. Her son across the table was the X-factor in everything. Feeling especially daring with him in the room, the mom leaned into Sean's neck, gazing at Russell before whispering into his ear.

"Just so you know, I'm wearing a thong so skimpy that I might as well have nothing on at all."

Sean continued to pull on the skirt, exposing more of her fair white skin. "Why didn't you go with nothing then?"

The idea tickled her naughty bone, but she looked to Russell before she addressed it. He was looking at them like in the living room -- not shock, not disgust, just a level of fascination. "Maybe I should have..." she whispered to Sean, then retracting her head with a schoolgirl's giggle. While stroking her forearm, she pictured something else she could rub.

"Well then, I'm pretty full," she said to both Sean and her son.

"Me too...for now," Sean concurred.

"Great! We're all done with dinner then! Rusty -- I mean, Russell," she giggled, "can you clean things up and join us downstairs? Bring the wine."

Russell opened his mouth to interject, "But I'm..."

"...Such a good boy, I know," Denise said, lifting herself out of her chair. Sean rose as well, surprisingly saying nothing to him, but likened his highschool target to a dog on his way out of the room.

Russell heard their voices disappear down the stairs. He just didn't get how they could jerk him around like this. Yes, jerk was the appropriate word. Sean Preston was the biggest jerk known to man. As he lifted their half-eaten plates and half-consumed glasses, he still didn't know how his mom didn't see it. She was flirting even more!

He was staring right them as they played with each other. Her mom looked gorgeous, albeit very evil, and Sean looked his douchy self. Russell didn't blink, he didn't chew, he didn't breathe as he...well, ogled them. He was staring, observing...analyzing. What came out of it was that he wasn't as disgusted as he should have been! What little disgust he had led to fascination which led to more intrigue. Things were bad. He protested them from the start! Now he was...warming up them? Not believing him, he grabbed the bottle and headed downstairs.




Bully Came To Dinner



Russell went into the living to see them sitting close to each other. His mom had her legs crossed and Sean was trailing a finger up one of them.

"Oh, there he is!" his mom explained, holding out her recently consumed glass.

"Yeah, we're just talking about you, Rusty. How's the old job hunt going, eh?"

Russell refilled his glass, noticing the imperfect circles he was drawing on his mom's thigh. "Fine," he answered.

"Maybe he can work for you at the garage," Denise proposed.

Sean burst out into laughter. "Yeah, that's a sight I definitely want to see. If we need a laugh we'll give you a call, OK sport?"

The fitter taller boy boldly lifted his arm around her. Russell watched as he exhumed so much confidence. Sean held her with so much confidence. He had no anxiety to him. That's how Russell had always known him. He was so sure of himself and his actions. Russell still hated his guts and didn't understand how disrespectful he could be to other people (and himself and women) in particular, but it was telling how he never saw anything wrong with what he did or said.

"You just going to stand there looking like a dummy?" Sean said.

Russell shook himself out of it and took a spot on another couch. They teased him hard as they talked to each other and talked to him. He saw a lot of their grinning faces. And they probably saw a lot of his blank face. They never kissed, though. Russell found that curious. That seemed like a natural move, and a sure-fire way to throw their coupling in his face. The closest they got was his mom's head near his broad chest and neck.

"Well then, time for some dessert!" Sean suddenly called out.

Denise lifted herself from his body, feeling a surge of panic run through hers. "Oh. I didn't make any...I can try to do something right now, if you want."

"Oh, you'll definitely do something, but it'll be in a few minutes and somewhere above us," Sean hinted. Denise laughed at his sly little quip. On the inside, that's exactly what she wanted to hear.

"You'll be fine down here, eh old Rusty?" Russell fumbled out a yes that Sean didn't bother to make fun of. Too easy. He tapped her leg, prompting her to stand up right in front of him. As they passed Russell, they both handed him their cups and wished a 'pleasant' night. Russell just clutched the glasses and watched them disappear up the stairs.

On the way into the room Denise somehow remembered to tell him she was on the pill so they wouldn't have to worry. Sean said nothing, instead actually cutting her off by slamming her against the shut door. Denise was trapped between a rock and a hard place, although she didn't know if Sean was the rock or the hard place. There was definitely something hard about him. Her legs twitched. She took in his potent scent, which only did more to increase her desire. His manly hands explored her body - up her hips to her breasts, before weaving through her hair to clutch her neck. Then he forced a kiss on her. There was nothing tender about it. First he worked just his lips and then added his tongue. She quickly reciprocated.

He pulled away. She bit her lips naughtily. "You are a little slut, aren't you?" Before she could get anything out, he kissed her again, so she decided she would have to go the 'show, don't tell route'. She went along with him; she wasn't going to resist him at all.

Sean broke again, leaving her floating. He circled his hand in her hair, tugging on her tresses, and pulled her towards the bed. She winced loudly, hearing him say, "In two minutes I want the dress off and you on your knees."

He sat on the bed and she got to work. She was short on time, but she still managed some theatrics while bending her body to remove the dress from her feet. She did the same with her thong and brassiere, making them join the pile of discarded clothing. She thumbed her fingers into her stockings, but he grabbed her arm and told her to keep them on. Then he gave her tug, forcing her to the carpet.

"Look at you...desperate little cunt on your knees...you've been waiting on this, haven't you?" he growled.

"Please...uhhhh....I want it so bad..." Denise declared, watching his crotch.

"So bad, huh? Show me."

Her fingers fumbled with his trousers. She finally managed it, giddy with how close she was. She pulled them down a bit and then went for his boxers. He unbuttoned his shirt at the same time and launched it across the room. Denise dove her left hand inside him, gleefully gripping his very sizable cock! This was it! It then flapped out in all its meaty glory. Denise's hand was such a mismatch for it: tiny and fragile vs large and potent.

"It's so big..." she gasped, more to herself although the sitting stud heard too. She clenched her hand tightly around the base and pumped the shaft. It wasn't as slithery as she wanted or expected, so she spit into her hand. That was old trick; she used that ages ago. He seemed impressed.

A finger under her chin shifted her view from his enthralling cock to his grinning visage. "I'm well warmed up..." he said. Denise inched her neck forward. Sean twisted her fist, turning her wedding ring toward him. "Now."

She licked her lips and opened her jaw. She pushed her face over the hard member, tasting and feeling its salty, thick nature. Sean positioned a hand atop her head. He guided her up and down, strengthening her submissive mindset. Denise wanted to please so badly. She became a strawberry blonde mop in his lap.

"Oh yeah, you are a slut, aren't you?" he cooed. He lifted her head up and watched her take a breath. Denise look at him glassy eyed, not wanting to say anything about the tension in her scalp.

"A slut in front of her own son," he added.

Unaware of her smearing lipstick, she grinned up at him. "He was watching us, you know?"

Sean reached down to grope her perky chest. "Doesn't surprise me. He was always a huge creep."

"No, he was really watching...I think he liked it."

Sean curled out his lip. "He did, huh?"

Denise couldn't answer because Sean returned her to his dick again. More than that, he pushed her deeper, testing her limits. She gagged once, briefly throwing off her rhythm. Taking a moment to get recomposed, she wouldn't let it happen again. With her tiny slipup over with, he went back to guiding his playful little kitten.

The room reverberated with sounds of slurping. He punched the back of her throat with such potency. Denise was overwhelmed to the point of watering eyes. Was she expecting a tender display from him? Absolutely not. Sean was the personification of the alpha male she long fantasized about. He took hold her as he did now and was relentless in his actions. He willed her to submit through his body.

He lifted her up, voicing his boredom with that. Sean had her take of his pants and then backed his buff naked form onto her marital bed.

Sean's eyes met hers and he simply uttered, "Come here."

Her long legs lifted themselves onto the bed. She went down and slithered to him, pointing her rounded ass in the air as she did. At his thighs, she went up to her knees. The bird's eye view of his bare male form showed a member lathered with their preliminary juices.

"Closer," he said again and she obeyed. She leaned her torso into him. As she hovered there, his hands curved up her tiny torso, eventually gripping her tiny, hanging breasts. He had her come closer and he shifted his grasp accordingly. He craned his neck up to meet her. Their tongues danced once again.

His hands moved from her waist around to her ass. She felt a full hand squeeze her ass, nearly breaking her concentration. For a moment she thought he was going to enter her with a finger. Back door was off limits throughout her sexual history. She had one lover before her soon-to-be ex-husband who was adamant about trying it, but she gave it a veto -- many times. That ended up being the deal breaker for them. She gasped while Sean parted a cheek and threatened to go in. She didn't know if she could say no to him.

But alas, he stopped. He pulled his face away and stared into her with a rather firm expression. "Let's see what these trampy legs got," he dared in an accompanying voice, giving a limb an authoritative tap instead.

Denise rose up and anxiously shuffled herself into position. His cock was still throbbing as she held it. She was as tense as it was. Then, with supreme care, she readied herself to mount the student mechanic. She bit her lips as she lowered herself with a tiny grimace. The older woman was very conscious of not bottoming him out already, but her tingly, wet pussy (and his lathered cock) allowed her to swallow him.

"Ooo," she gasped.

She was hit with physiological and psychological wave. His dick filled her completely, pushing against her vaginal walls. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Sean Preston was inside her! Endorphins rushed to her brain just from the very thought. Denise slowly pushed up from her knees and hips, forcing her ass out. As she repeated it, she hit her stride and settled in at a respectable and fluid pace.

Sean's hands were wandering. They were firmly placed on her hips now, taking in the gyrations. Just as she had obediently been doing for him, his gave her body his undivided attention. Her tits were not large; perhaps the smallest he had been with. But she knew this was a mature, former dancer's body. Overall it might've been the best he had been with. Her perky breasts bounced with every one of her bounces onto his crotch. Her rich red hair wagged in the air. As he looked up at her, he recognized that even though she threw himself at him like a schoolgirl attempting love for the first time, Denise carried a lot of sophistication because of her age. The idea of subverting the older woman turned him on completely.

Above him, Denise's breathing quickened. She hoped she wasn't sweating, although she swore she saw a bead of sweat on the top of her forehead. She rid him facing her bed's headboard, so she couldn't see her great looking glass behind her. Getting more daring, Denise angled her body to less than 90 degrees and lowered herself further down. She arched her back and his cock punched her petite frame as it did her mouth. He even met her grinds with an upward thrust of her own, prompting a yelp. He liked that.

With her body hanging over him again, he groped her once more. "Your wimpy husband never appreciated this body, did he? That's why you're divorcing."

Denise moaned as she pressed back further into him. "He's a fucking idiot," she declared, feeling the rush from saying those words. She wasn't even shocked at herself.

Sean squeezed a tit, growling. "What is he?"

"An unappreciative fucking moron," she moaned again after a delay.

"That's right," Sean barked, going back to molesting her body. With his hands back behind her ass, he kissed her fair breasts, even nibbling on them occasionally.

Denise continued to ride him, thinking that one or both of them would reach climax. For her, she felt herself ominously tighten up even he spent the last extended moments stretching her out like nothing before. Before she could finish, he slid out of her. A line of pussy juice and pre-cum fell to the blue bed comforter.

She was disappointed by the void in her pussy -- until he suddenly swung her body onto the bed with resounding force. He nearly knocked the wind out of her with the move. He had his hand on either side of her. She felt his hot breath on her. He puffed out his chest, like a king lion prowling over the wounded carcass of his prey. He forced another kiss on her, biting her lip as he pulled away.

His cock brushed her body, trailing her stomach with his pre-seed. He knelt over her briefly and held his cock. She instinctively parted her thighs. He slapped his cock against her lips and then inserted himself between them

"Oh fuck," she breathed, taking him in.

Leaning further into her, the young man thrusted at her with ferocity. "Yeah, this is a real cock now."

His moves, slow to start, was met with pain and pleasure. Throwing her arms around her younger and fiercer lover, Denise held on as he rocked inside her. Denise close her eyes to brace herself while also wrapping her legs around his lower back.

Sean's nostrils flared and he exhaled down on her. He grunted, unleashing his primal intentions. "Is that a real cock? Tell me."

Denise's back tensed up. "Ohhh, yes...it is...what I...ohhh...dreamed it would be."

"Your idiot husband left you cock hungry," he snarled, thrusting pointedly into her as he said it. "Better for me that he did..."

"Please...don't talk about him...." Denise said.

Sean raised a brow. "Then who, Denise?"

"Not Denise...Mommy," she erotically suggested.

"Ok then, Mommy...Who? Rusty? That scrawny ass, no dick homo?" Denise emitted a lengthy moan and her young lover had his answer. "I'm enjoying fucking his mom. It's too bad I didn't do it sooner."

"You should've..." she breathed.

Sean grinned while digging into her. "It's ok. I have her now. In her own house. While he's somewhere nearby. Probably gaming. How's that going to help him get laid anyways?"

Denise squeezed her legs tighter around his torso. She thought about him being able to hear them just like he did when she masturbated that night. "Fuck...he's probably listening in on us..."

"Taking lessons on how to treat a woman I hope..." Sean snarled, hammering home the last couple of words, the bed screeched against the floor causing the headboard to crash into the wall.

With that precedent set, the bed continued to noisily rattle against the wall. Her ear drums rang being right there in the room. Thump after thump echoed not only through the master chamber, but through parts of the house. For anyone directly below them (in the living room), they could have easily been made aware by their insensitive fortification.

Sean's grunts became more frequent and menacing too. He attacked her pussy! Denise gripped his neck tightly, looking up at her ceiling light and letting out a long moan. Her ankles shifted their grasp and constricting hold around his broad torso intensified. The bed was becoming a casualty in their raw love making. The spread around them had completely come off leaving them in a sexual warzone.

"Mmm...fuck this Mommy..." she loudly instructed to him. "I'm so close...I need it...oh shit!!!" She was both profane and audible. With every thrust, she piercingly cursed.

"Say something about your son...say he's a worthless little homo like his dad...say it...."

Denise yelped and then let out a long moan, but didn't say the words.

"SAY IT!!!"

Denise toes curled as the tension strengthened. "Oooo...shit....he's worthless....he's fucking worthless..."

"AND....?"

"Ooooo!! He's a little homo...a fucking homo..." Her body tightened and she moaned again, right before launching into the last part "...JUST LIKE HIS STUPID FUCKING FATHER!!!"

Her foot straightened and she look to the heavens, repeated its occupant's name over and over. Her arms and legs gripped him tighter, feeling him push deeper even as her body was washed with a hedonistic orgasm. The curling of her toes and feet was uncomfortable, but nothing like the cramping in her midsection. Her chest puffed out and brought in air profusely. It had been a year -- more than that, actually - since she had an orgasm induced by another body. It felt good. It felt really good!

Sean eventually slowed down his pace, rhythmically grinding into her for the next few minutes. He still needed his release too. "Where does Mommy want it?" he grunted.

Denise was still catching her breath. "Fill me up...Mommy needs it...Mommy needs it..." she anxiously repeated.

With the flexing of his back and chest muscles, Sean let out a primal growl. That signalled the flooding of his conquest's pussy. Denise knew it was thick and voluminous. She wanted and expected it to be. She got it.

Sean soon after pulled out of her and landed on his back. For a moment the lovers lay side by side, recuperating. A messy puddle had formed on the sheets. Denise looked over to him and told him with a hint of a chuckle. "That was amazing, Sean..."

He told her that he had more to give and worked at pulling her closer to him. Denise rolled herself over, draping an arm across his body and resting her head on his buff chest. She could feel the contractions; they comforted her. She felt right there. Feeling an abrupt pinch of butt, Denise then yelped. He wore a triumphant grin when her face shot to meet his.

Denise slumbered off in that position, only to be awakened later in the night by the tightness and force attacking her from behind. She struggled to get a grip on what was happening and what time it was. Through groggy eyes, she noted that the red digits on the nightstand told her that an hour had past.

"I told you I wasn't done yet..." he said in her ear, holding the side of her body as he pushed into her.

He grounded her again to the point where he came in her for a second time, a feat impressive to Denise. With that, he put her out for the second time in the night.

IV

Denise was looking forward to waking up with a man next to her the next morning. But as she stretched awake, she disappointingly found she was the only one in her bed. Not wanting to jump conclusions, she gingerly lifted herself out of bed and checked the washroom. Her steps were tiny and careful. Her body ached. But worst of all, her vocal calls went unanswered.

She threw on a robe and went downstairs. Maybe he was making her coffee or breakfast. She put on a smile and entered the kitchen -- to no one. With a frown, she travelled to the front of the house. She sadly noted the absence of his shoes. That was the sealer.

Again, not wanting to think the worst, she checked her phone. He probably had work and had to go. It was Friday after all. She unlocked her phone, expecting to see a text message or voicemail icon and she would read or hear some apology. But there was nothing. Nothing at all.

She sat on the couch, trying to figure things out. She needed a shower, but she didn't care. He didn't even text. She felt so empty. The highest high was now the lowest low. She shared herself with him and he just left? Maybe he needed space and didn't want things to get more intense too quickly. Dejected, she decided to get on with her day, starting with that shower.

By the end of that shower she concluded she would give him until the end of the weekend. There was that 48 hour rule after a first date, wasn't there? It was stupid to Denise -- why wait? But she knew this was dating today. No one wanted to look like the desperate party. Clearly that wasn't a problem with her. She was pretty shameless in her behaviour last night.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday came and went. She got nothing. By Tuesday, she bit the bullet and fired off her own SMS. It was casually toned, wondering how he was and hinting on wanting a repeat of Thursday night.

That text and several others went unanswered the whole week. Just radio silence. That began a new phase in Denise's psyche -- self-doubt. Maybe he was ignoring her because she wasn't very good. Maybe she overestimated herself. Maybe she didn't satisfy him like younger women. She questioned her own body and why he would even want her. She even cried once before she pulled herself back together. Russell had no idea. They didn't speak about date night. And with no Sean around, he might've thought she was done with him. The truth was she didn't know. She hoped they weren't done.

After hearing nothing on the weekend, Denise made the executive decision to contact him at the one place she was sure to get an answer -- his garage. Driving over, she had butterflies. Even though she wanted to see him, she wasn't sure going to his place of work was the best thing. Still, she had to try.




Bully Came To Dinner



She walked into the garage wearing a similar outfit to the first time she was there -- a flowery dress and sandals. Her legs were bare and smooth, just like Sean liked them.

The elder mechanic greeted her. She watched his eyes go wide as they checked out her body in a not so sly way. "Wow, car troubles again?

Denise politely smiled, but cut immediately to the chase. "Sean here?"

The man called for him promptly and Sean came out quickly as well. If he was shocked to see her, he didn't show it. "Hey Sean, I didn't hear from you so I decided to come by and see you."

"Chief, I'm going to take that break now, eh?" spoke Sean, not to her but his boss. He then told her he'd get out of his greasy overalls. "Meet you in a little bit."

When Sean came back, in a pair of jeans and a rolled up sleeved shirt, he told her that they would go out for lunch -- just like the last few times she was there. Denise would have been lying if she didn't sense something from the way he was acting -- no hug or show of affection, cutting straight to the point, not even ordering a huge meal.

"Look," he started, looking right into her eyes (albeit, through his shades) and bluntly informed her, "this isn't going to work for me."

With that, Denise's worst fears were confirmed. Her heart dropped. "Why? Is it...is it me?"

"Oh no," he smiled, "youuu were great!"

Denise shook her head. "I don't get it. Is it Russell? He doesn't have to be part of this. It's just you and me. Please."

Sean sat back his chair. "I won't lie to you. Things were a lot of fun with you. You came into the shop as the best piece of ass I had seen in weeks. When I found out that you were ol' Rusty's mom, well that made things even better. I might not have tried anything if I never found that out. Seeing him getting pissed off and not being able to do anything was fucking fun."

Denise's head began to hurt as she contemplated his words. "We wouldn't have fucked if I wasn't his mother?"

"I wouldn't say 'wouldn't', but there was less of an upside to it. Rusty is a perv, but I'm not looking for a stalker while we do our thing."

Denise briefly closed her eyes as she thought about it. When she reopened them to put in her bit to him, she heard a dinging.

Sean pulled out his phone and examined it for a second. He stood. "I gotta go, Denise. A couple of big customer rolled in. Those dancer's legs are going to make another guy very happy, you know."

She didn't stop him as he left. Instead, she let the emotions pass through her one by one. Confusion. Shock. Annoyance. Anger. And then just plain sadness. Russell had warned her. Sean Preston was a jerk. The worst part of it was she still wanted him.

The waitress came by to check on her order, but Denise solemnly told her she wouldn't be having anything and was leaving. She snatched her keys off the table, and dragged herself to her car for the heavy-hearted ride home.

Reaching home, she paused in the driveway. Her mind swam with the question 'What now?'. No matter the scenario she came up with, it wasn't good. Exhaling, she trekked up the stairs into the house.

Russell greeted her at the door. He looked like he was about to say something but he stopped, probably after seeing the look on her face. She looked at him and he looked at her, and when neither person said anything, she took him in her arms.