Bully's Mom: Pt. 02

Author's Note

Part 2 of the story about the weak-willed mother of a bully and the special bond she forms with the victim of her son's bullying.

Comments and constructive feedback are always appreciated.

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Main Characters

Sandy - 37 yo, 5', 100 pounds, divorced weak-willed single mother to Brad.

Brad - 18 yo, 6'2", 200 pounds, Sandy's son who is generally a bully both to Sandy and Fletcher

Fletcher - 18 yo, 5'4" 125 pounds, scrawny high school senior bullied by Brad.

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Bully's Mom Pt. 02

Sandy was walking on air Monday morning after her tryst with Fletcher the night before. She wore a huge smile on her face at the office, and more than a few coworkers asked why she was in such a chipper mood, although she just smiled coyly and shrugged her shoulders in response, denying there was anything special going on in her life. Nevertheless, she heard the whispers speculating that she had a boyfriend, which amused her to no end.

Part of her wanted to brag about her affair to the high heavens, but part of her reveled in the secret taboo nature of her relationship with Fletcher. As much as she wanted to tell her co-workers that she had met someone, she realized she could never introduce Fletcher as her lover to any of them, given he was still in high school and the same age as her son. None of them would understand, not that she could blame them. She wasn't sure she even fully understood it herself.

Still, she wore a Mona Lisa smile as she played the part of a plain strait laced single mother hiding a secret, namely a taboo whirlwind romance. Her newfound affair injected a spark into her life sorely missing for years, and she reveled in her secret life, being an unsuspected vixen, and that spark filled her with a boundless thrill. While she knew this feeling might not last forever, she was determined to enjoy it however long it lasted.

She giggled as she sat at her desk and read the incoming texts from Fletcher as they peppered her phone. The messages they traded back and forth were decidedly flirtatious, but then they turned outright raunchy as the day passed. She hid the phone under her desk, leery that someone might unknowingly peek over her shoulder and read the overtly sexual messages she was sending to her illicit lover.

Part of her felt like a silly teenage girl fawning over a boy. A teenaged boy at that, while she herself was a 37-year-old woman. Nevertheless, she spent her workday dreaming about Fletcher, although judging by his enthusiastic text replies, their attraction was completely mutual.

Sandy looked up at the clock on the wall and counted down the minutes until the workday ended, her pussy moistening in excitement over the prospect of being with her young lover again.

*****

Sandy opened the front door as she arrived home. As much as daydreaming about Fletcher lifted her spirits, she wanted to lie down for a bit before freshening herself up to visit Fletcher.

She was dismayed as she entered the house however to see two bookbags haphazardly thrown down on the floor in the middle of the entryway. She recognized the two bags and realized that her son, Brad, and his friend, Darren, were in the house.

She cursed their thoughtlessness under her breath as she carefully stepped around their bags, although she couldn't help wondering where she had gone wrong as a mother for her own son to turn out so selfish and inconsiderate.

"Mom, we're out of soda again?" Brad complained boorishly as soon as she entered the kitchen where he and Darren sat at a table eating snacks.

Sandy felt her blood pressure rising. "Would it kill you to drink some water?" she growled, instantly resenting his negativity.

"Don't have much of a choice at the moment, now do I?" he snapped back.

Sandy clenched her fists, but she took a deep breath and calmed herself down, although she didn't dignify his needling with a response, not wanting to get into a full-blown argument with a guest in the house.

"Don't give your mom such a hard time," Darren protested, much to Sandy's surprise.

Brad and Darren had been friends all through high school, although they always seemed like two peas from the same pod. He often visited their home, and his brutish, oafish persona matched well with Brad's. Darren often seemed every bit as crude, rude, and selfish as her own son, and together they often amplified the worst traits in each other, much to her chagrin.

Brad seemed knocked off balance by Darren's defense of his mother. "I was just pointing it out," he feebly muttered.

Darren smiled. "We're perfectly fine with water," he reassured her.

Sandy was disarmed, not used to Darren being so accommodating. "I'm glad to hear that," she said, her voice indicating her surprise.

"How was work today?" Darren followed up.

Sandy was about floored, feeling as if she had entered into a bizarro alternate universe. "It was a long day, but I'm glad to be home now," she said, her mood lifting as she filled a glass with ice and water from the fridge dispenser.

She turned around and was surprised to see Darren gazing at her, almost as if he was ogling her body, and she blushed in embarrassment. She had known him for years, but he barely ever acknowledged her presence, so this sudden spate of attention came as a shock.

"You look nice today, Sandy," Darren commented, all but confirming that he had taken a greater interest in her.

"T-Thank you," she stuttered nervously before quickly gulping down her water and rushing back to her bedroom.

"What the hell was that?" Brad's voice boomed from the kitchen after she was gone.

Sandy's ears perked up. Her door was open, and as loud and brash as both boys tended to be, their voices easily carried down the hallway to her room.

"What do you mean?" Darren laughed.

"It's like you were coming on to my mom or something?"

"I just said she looked nice," he insisted.

"I saw the way you looked at her," Brad accused him. "It's like how I look at Angela at school, except my mom ain't no Angela. What the hell?"

"I don't know. She's been dressing a little nicer lately, almost like she's showing herself off," Darren insisted. "I guess I never noticed before, but she doesn't have a bad body."

"Are you kidding?" Brad shot back, incredulous. "Have you lost your mind? She's all flat chested and flat assed."

"Who are you to talk? You don't even have a woman," Darren pointed out.

"At least I have standards," Brad insisted.

"Dude, your mom is totally fuckable," Darren remarked.

Sandy covered her mouth as she gasped in shock. Her heart was racing listening to her son's friend talk about her so crudely.

"Get the fuck out of here. You're out of your mind," Brad said loudly enough for the neighbors to hear.

Darren laughed heartily. "Dude, say what you want, but I'd totally tap that pussy."

"She hasn't even dated in years," Brad responded in exasperation. "No one is tapping that pussy. It's probably all dried up like a raisin."

"It just means she's probably lonely and desperate," Darren answered. "I bet your mom is a freak, and you've got no idea. If it's been that long, she'd probably jump the bones of any man who even gave her any attention."

"Dude, are you seriously trying to get in my mom's panties?"

"I don't know. I like to keep my options open," Darren responded.

Sandy's hands were shaking as she closed the door to her room. Her heart was racing, and she took a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves. She needed to freshen up and prepare herself for one last tutoring session with Fletcher, and she tried to focus on that.

She had spent the past few weeks helping Fletcher prepare for his final exam, which he would take tomorrow. Both Fletcher and Brad had their last exams tomorrow, and then they'd both walk across the stage at graduation a week later.

It was the end of the school year, and the weather was growing warmer, so she opted for a light breezy summer dress, a floral print that reached halfway down her thighs with inch wide shoulder straps to wear to visit Fletcher.

He had wanted her to wear stockings, but she protested given the warm weather outside, although she agreed to wear a sexy set of bra and panties underneath. Sandy twirled in front of her mirror, and the dress flew up in the air, and her bare ass cheeks briefly appeared in the reflection, hanging out from her thong panties before the dress dropped down again.

At least it's not windy outside, she thought to herself.

Sandy undid her ponytail and combed her shoulder length brown hair straight, and then she applied a little make up to her face, just enough to cover her blemishes.

She strapped on a pair of sandals on a two-inch platform to give her a little extra height, that little extra confidence boost. Then she took one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving to see Fletcher.

She could still hear Brad and Darren talking in the kitchen, although now they had changed subjects and were discussing sports, but their earlier conversation still left her shaking.

She knew her relationship with Fletcher was fraught with peril, but they had bonded over so much shared pain and loneliness. Although now she couldn't help worrying that Darren's crude assessment of her sexual desperation was more accurate than she cared to admit.

She feared that Darren was right, that she would've given in to any man, or boy or gave her any attention. She questioned if Fletcher was really attracted to her, or if she was even genuinely attracted to him. Or was she really just a cheap easy lay who would've spread her legs for the first man to show her any interest?

She shook her head, worried all over again that maybe her relationship with Fletcher was nothing more than physical. She knew they couldn't be together in public as a couple, but even having a secret lover who genuinely care about her filled Sandy with more contentment than she'd felt in ages, and she tried to brush her concerns aside.

As she opened her bedroom door, she wiped a tear from her eye and held her head high. Maybe Fletcher wasn't a perfect lover, but life wasn't perfect, and anyway, she made him happy, so she decided to ignore all else.

As she walked past the kitchen, she said goodbye to her son, and Darren's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets when he saw her in a short dress. Her legs were long, and the two-inch heels accentuated her calves and thighs.

"Are you going back to your cult thing again?" Brad said dismissively.

"Yeah, it helps me feel good about myself," she responded with a wink as she turned to leave.

As Sandy closed the front door behind her, she smiled as she overheard Darren saying, "I think I might want to join a cult if the women are dressed like that."

"For Chrissake," Brad cried out.

*****

A half hour later, Sandy was naked in bed with Fletcher. They spent the first ten minutes after she arrived reviewing for his exam, but he obviously knew the material so thoroughly well inside and out that she was convinced he'd ace the test, so then she quickly succumbed to her lust and his advances, and they quickly made their way to his bedroom.

Now Fletcher suckled on her breast as he was grinding himself against her leg. Her sandals were still strapped to her feet, but that was the only stitch of clothing still on her body. Her dress, as well as her bra and panties, were strewn across the floor, having been tossed aside in the throes of passion as they rushed to undress each other.

Fletcher's jeans and tee shirt were lying in the corner, his underwear still inside his pants after Sandy had pulled them off in one swift motion, leaving her young lover wearing nothing but a pair of tube socks.

He let go of her teat and climbed up on top of her to begin making out. She tasted the afterschool snack of instant mac and cheese on his breath as his saliva mixed with hers. Their chests rubbed together as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I would've been a straight A student if I had you as a teacher the whole way through high school," Fletcher breathed into her ear as his hard pecker poked at her vaginal opening.

She gasped as the tip of his cock incessantly teased her mound, practically knocking at the door, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him to enter.

"I want you inside me," she whispered back between kisses. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

Impatient, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, and then she lined it up with her opening.

"Don't ever make a woman beg for it," she warned him as she slid herself down and took him in her slot.

"You're such a slutty woman. You're all I could think about all day," Brad grinned.

Sandy felt a rush of adrenaline as his cock unleashed a burst of stimulation that sent shivers up and down her spine as she wrapped her legs around her young lover.

"All I could think about is being your slutty woman and letting you fuck me raw," she responded, still shocked at hearing herself talk so vulgarly, although she enjoyed the way Fletcher's face brightened when she did so.

He began fucking her, grinding his cock back and forth, his pole easily sliding through the folds of her sopping wet pussy.

"Oh God, that feels so good," she gushed.

"Back at you," Fletcher agreed as he began fucking her harder and harder, almost violently, his body slamming into hers and his cock driving deep into the depths of her pussy.

"Fletcher, are you in your room?" a voice called out from the other side of the house.

Sandy recognized the voice, although it took her a second to place it, but the startled look on Fletcher's face confirmed her worst fears. It was Fletcher's mother, Lisanne.

For a nanosecond, they shared a glance, and then they both sprung into full fledge panic.

Fletcher pushed himself up onto his knees on the bed as he rolled Sandy to the side.

She proceeded to roll off the edge of the bed and onto the floor below. For a nanosecond, her body was frozen, paralyzed in fear, but then she rolled under the bed, right as the bedroom door swung open.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Lisanne glared at her naked son.

"I - I - I" he stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.

"Are you jerking off again?" she accused him. "Teenaged boys are always horny. What the hell? Can't you keep it in your pants?"

Sandy was pinned underneath the bed, curled up in the fetal position while naked and terrified of being discovered. She was trapped, but she tried to remain perfectly still, and she took deep slow breaths, not wanting to make so much as a peep that might alert Lisanne to her presence.

"What is this?" Lisanne asked, and Sandy saw a hand reach down and pick up her bra and panties. "Are these yours?" she asked incredulously.

"No, I mean, I don' t know," Fletcher answered awkwardly.

"Well, they either are or they aren't, young man. I guess it turns out I've got a faggot cross dressing son. Hell of a way for a mother to find out. Aren't I a lucky mother?" she lamented.

Sandy bit her tongue, desperately wanting to defend Fletcher against his mother, but deathly afraid of exposing her affair and incurring Lisanne's wrath herself. She realized that Fletcher was caught in an impossible situation, and she was helpless to aid him.

"I come home early from work and find my boy is one of them letters, the LGBTQ," Lisanne continued ranting. "Jesus, I can't leave you alone, can I?"

"I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment," Fletcher retorted.

"Not half as sorry as I am," Lisanne fired back. "Now get some proper clothes on. I'll give you some money. I need you to run out to Fat Tony's and pick us up some gyros for dinner. You can take my car."

"But that's a half hour drive away," he protested. "And they always have a long line and slow service. It'll be at least an hour and a half before I can make it back. Why don't I just go around the corner?"

"Because I said so. Besides, that other place isn't half as good, and you know it, so you'd better get a move on," she responded firmly. "Besides, it'll give you time to think about your life and how you're fucking it all up."

Fletcher fumed. "What about... those?" he asked, pointing at Sandy's clothing still in his mother's hands.

"These women's clothes?" she scoffed. "I'm keeping them. I won't have a cross-dressing faggot son, and that's that."

"But - " Fletcher protested weakly.

"Now get some proper clothes on and get a move on. No son of mine is going to be parading around in a skimpy bra and panties of any kind, let alone a thong. Jesus," she vowed.

Sandy's heart sunk in her chest. She was racked with guilt over Fletcher taking the fall for Lisanne discovering her clothes in his room. Even worse, Sandy was still naked and trapped under the bed.

Sandy worried that Fletcher would be concerned about her, but she figured once the coast was clear she could borrow some of his clothes and sneak out the window to get back home. She had left her cell phone out in the kitchen, but hopefully Lisanne wouldn't notice it, and then she could just get it back later from Fletcher.

The afternoon had turned into an utter mess, but maybe she could still prevent it from turning into an unmitigated disaster.

Fletcher was shaking, his voice breaking. "What? Are you going to stand there and watch me get dressed," he protested as Lisanne stood like a statue watching over her son.

"I don't know right now if you're liable to pull out another pair of bra and panties," she responded in a testy tone. "I know you're a scrawny little bitch, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let you be a sissy. I'll make a man out of you yet."

Thoroughly humiliated, Fletcher picked his jeans and tee shirt up off the floor and put them back on.

"Don't you have any clean clothes?" his mother barked out.

Fletcher audibly sighed in frustration. "No, I'm all out of clothes. They're all in the washer. I haven't even put them in the dryer yet."

Sandy's heart stopped. Her prospects of escape were dashed. She realized she might have to wait until Fletcher returned and hope he could figure a way for her to get out unseen and with a shred of dignity.

Lisanne held out some cash and the car keys, and he snatched them from her hand, still fuming.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," he said, more so for Sandy's benefit than his mother's, although the context was lost on Lisanne.

"Just make sure to bring back enough food for the both of us," Lisanne reminded him with a suspicious eye.

Fletcher grumbled a response, and then he was off.

A minute later, Sandy heard the car pull out the driveway and motor away down the street.

"Finally. I never thought he'd leave," a man's voice spoke, making Sandy's ears perk up.

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that," Lisanne responded, her voice suddenly light and playful. "I thought it'd be a simple job sending him away for a bit so we could have some alone time, but I never expected to catch him in the middle of cross dressing. You should've seen his little pecker, all hard and at attention. He must really get off on this crap."

"That thong would look pretty sexy on you," he remarked.

"Please don't make me put on my son's thong. Especially when I'm already wearing my own," she said, and her skirt dropped to the floor only a few feet away from Sandy before she kicked it out into the hallway.

Sandy's eyes grew wide as she realized what was happening. Her body was sore from trying to stay still for so long without moving, but she didn't dare move and risk getting caught.

"How long do you think we have?" the mysterious man asked.

"At least an hour."

"I've been waiting a long time to get in your panties," he commented.

"I've been wanting you to get in my panties too, so no more talk about my faggot son. How about we focus on me and my needs," Lisanne proposed.

Sandy heard their lips smack together, and then their feet shuffled back out of the room as they made their way across the hall and entered Lisanne's bedroom.

Sandy took the opportunity to silently roll out from under the bed and finally stretch her arms and legs. Louds moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the house as they began making love, providing some measure of cover as Sandy sat up and tried to figure out what to do.

She carefully opened the drawers on Fletcher's chest and peeked inside his closet, but they were devoid of clothing, thus confirming what Fletcher told his mother.

Sandy sat back down on the floor, her body hidden behind the mattress with only her head peeking above so she could keep an eye out in case she needed to crawl back under the bed. Sitting up, she could see across the hall where Lisanne's door stood wide open. The skirt that Lisanne had stripped off earlier sat temptingly in the hallway, but she didn't dare risk getting spotted by Lisanne or her lover. Besides, the skirt would only cover her lower half. She'd still be topless, so she needed another solution.

She was initially worried that Lisanne and her lover might reappear at any moment, but now it was abundantly clear that Lisanne had intentionally sent her son out of the house to get dinner as a diversion so she could have a sex romp.

As much as Sandy wanted to resent Lisanne for having an affair, she recognized it would be hypocritical of her do so given how she was having an affair with Fletcher while Lisanne was supposed to be at work.

But Lisanne and her lover were not shy at all to express their lust and sexual attraction to one another, and Sandy relaxed a little as she realized they were caught in the throes of passion. The headboard was banging loudly on the wall, indicating they were thoroughly preoccupied

"Damn, you've got a big cock. Damn, that monster feels good inside me," Lisanne screamed out as the man slammed his body into hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the house.

Sandy peeked out the bedroom window, and the sun was still shining bright. Her house was only a few minutes' walk away, but she couldn't very well walk home naked without becoming the talk of the neighborhood. She was so close, yet so far. She briefly considered pulling off the bedsheet and using that to cover herself on the walk home, but she figured that was only slightly less embarrassing than walking home naked.

As fearful as she was of getting caught, eavesdropping on Lisanne and her own lover was turning Sandy on, much to her chagrin, and she hung her head in her hands, cursing herself out for getting stuck naked in an 18 year old boy's room while his mother was in the next room over having sex.

Lisanne had one orgasm after another. And then another. She was insatiable, and Sandy couldn't help but blush as she overheard how openly lewd and unapologetically slutty Lisanne behaved. She talked dirty with her lover, using sexually explicit and graphic language that made Sandy blush. And Lisanne's lover was every bit as sexually vulgar and crude as she was.

"Suck that cock, bitch. You're just a cocksucking whore," he barked out.

Sandy heard Lisanne loudly slurping on his cock and gasping for air after gagging on him.

Later on, Lisanne was literally begging to be fucked while the man taunted her, loudly slapping her tits and ass while he fucked her ragged until she was a screaming mess, shrieking through orgasm after orgasm.

The sound and noises that Lisanne and her lover made were so primal, so raw, it was as if any pretenses, any sense of propriety or modesty had been completely stripped away. There was nothing tender or loving about their love making. It was lurid and carnal. It was as if they were possessed by demons. They were fucking like animals.

Sandy remembered Fletcher telling her how his mother had a steady string of boyfriends she brought home for short sexual flings, and now she saw, or at least heard, firsthand what that entailed.

She wondered how aware Fletcher was of his mother's sexual depravity. From the way he described it, he knew she had affairs, although Sandy wasn't sure if he knew the extent to which his mother was an insatiable whore.

Sandy recalled how fed up Fletcher was over his mother's behavior, and she couldn't help worrying if her own son, Brad, would feel the same about her if he learned the truth, and suddenly Sandy was flooded with guilt. She wondered if maybe she had more in common with Lisanne than she cared to admit.

After over an hour of fucking, Lisanne and her lover both orgasmed one last time, and then Lisanne told the guy that he should get going before her son came back home.

Sandy crawled back under the bed to stay out of sight while she waited for Fletcher to return. She was still naked and had no idea how the hell she'd ever escape with anything that even faintly resembled her dignity. The sun was setting fast, and it was getting dark outside. She took deep breaths, trying not to panic and hoping to God that Fletcher could figure out a way to get her safely back home.

The front door closed as the man left, and 15 minutes later, it opened again.

"Mom, the food's on the kitchen table," Fletcher's familiar voice called out.

"About time," Lisanne groused. "I'm starving. Where's the change?"

"Next to the food," he answered.

"Aren't you going to eat?" his mother asked.

"I'm not hungry," he replied curtly. "I'm going to my room."

"Suit yourself."

Sandy's heart rose in hope, although she worried when he took more than a few seconds to appear, but she patiently remained hidden under the bed for her young lover to arrive.

And then two feet entered the room and closed the bedroom door. Sandy recognized Fletcher's shoes, and she rolled out from under the bed.

"Jesus, you're still here," he whispered under his breath.

"I'm naked. How exactly was I supposed to get away."

Fletcher smiled and then threw loose clothing items at her. "I grabbed these from my mom's closet. They probably don't fit perfect, but they should be good enough to get you home."

Sandy flashed him a look of eternal gratitude as put the garments on as quickly as possible.

"My mom had a guy over, didn't she?" Fletcher asked as Sandy got dressed.

Sandy's eyes answered his question without saying a word.

"I figured as much," he replied grimly. "It's not the first time she's done that to me. I've come home more than a few times to catch her in bed with whatever lowlife loser she's hooking up with at the moment."

"I'm sorry," Sandy apologized.

"It's okay. Pretty sure it's not your fault," Fletcher grinned. "But my mom's still out there. I don't think I can get you past her. I'll open the window. It's the first floor and not too bad to jump out. I've done it plenty of times myself to sneak out."

"Thank you," Sandy said earnestly, trying to convey her gratitude. "For coming back for me."

"Much as I enjoy having you naked under my bed, I know you need to get back home. Oh, and don't forget this."

Fletcher pulled Sandy's cell phone out from his pocket and tossed it to her.

"I knew you'd left it out in the dining room, so I grabbed it on my way out to the restaurant before my mom would notice," Fletcher explained.

"You're a godsend," she remarked.

"I'll text you later," he promised.

Sandy gave him a quick peck on the lips and then rushed out the window. She prayed to God none of the neighbors saw or recognized her while she climbed out of the teenaged boy's bedroom and scurried across the yard.

Fletcher had grabbed a tank top and shorts from Lisanne's wardrobe, but his mother was a much larger woman than Sandy, and the clothing fit loosely on her.

Since she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, the tank top was so loose that her boobs were practically visible from the sides, and the pants were so loose around the waist, they kept falling down. Sandy kept her arms pressed to her side and her hands stuffed in the pockets on the shorts in an awkward attempt to protect her modesty.

"What the hell is that?" Brad asked when Sandy walked back through the front door a few minutes later.

He was sitting in the living room watching tv as his mother walked past.

"Did you change clothes?" her son asked, perplexed after noticing her ill-fitted outfit.

"Yeah, I - I spilled fruit punch all over my dress. It was a big mess, made a big stain. I just borrowed these clothes," she stammered before rushing off back to her room to escape his scrutiny.

*****

It was past 10 pm, and Sandy laid wide awake in bed. She had showered earlier and changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, but she locked herself away in her room, too ashamed to even face her son. She couldn't stand to take any more questions on why she came home wearing such an ill-fitting outfit and have to make up more lies. She already felt wracked with guilt over lying to her son to hide her affair with Fletcher from him, and more lies would only pile on to the weight of that guilt.

Sandy told herself the lies were to protect Brad, because she didn't want to hurt him if he found out she was having an affair with his classmate. Yet, deep down inside, she knew the lies were to protect herself, because she feared Brad's wrath if he learned of her affair, and the incessant needling and taunting he'd inflict that she'd have to endure.

But her blood was still racing, her mind reliving and mulling over the afternoon's events. Her pussy still ached, still unsatisfied after her lovemaking session with Fletcher was abruptly cut short when Lisanne arrived home unexpectedly. But now that Sandy had safely escaped and made her way back home, she could reflect back on being trapped naked and alone in Fletcher's bedroom while Lisanne and her lover were noisily fucking next door.

Lisanne and her lover were both so aggressive and unfiltered during sex, it was unnerving. After eavesdropping on their unadulterated sexual pleasure, Sandy was left feeling tame and timid by comparison. Generally she looked down on Lisanne for being a verbally abusive mother and unrefined woman, yet she couldn't help admiring the unfiltered raw sexual energy she embraced while fucking the man she brought home.

Sandy couldn't imagine ever feeling so unrestricted, so comfortable openly embracing her innermost slutty sexual desires. Even if she could get past her own insecurities, she worried that it might repulse Fletcher, given his general disdain for his mother and her behavior.

And just then a text appeared on her phone.

Fletcher: Open your window.

Confused, Sandy walked over to her bedroom window, and she gasped when she looked behind the drawn shades to the darkness outside. Fletcher's face stood staring back at her from the other side of the window, eerily glowing in the soft light escaping from Sandy's bedroom.

She was bewildered by his appearance, nevertheless, she quickly opened the window and allowed Fletcher to climb into her bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, keeping her voice down so that Brad wouldn't hear.

"I'm here to finish what we started earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted," Fletcher announced with goofy grin.

"What? Right here? Right now?," she questioned, still keeping her voice low. "Have you gone stark raving mad? You've got your final exam in the morning. Not to mention that Brad is right next door."

"All the better," Fletcher whispered with a gleam in his eye.

Sandy wanted to protest, but her pussy moistened in excitement. The wind rushed in through the open window, and she moved to shut it and pull the shades back down.

She turned around to face Fletcher, and her heart was racing. Her young lover was locking the bedroom door to give them an extra measure of privacy.

"So, what do you say?" he asked hopefully.

Sandy felt dizzy, almost as if the room was spinning around. She was hyperventilating, and she took deep breaths to try to calm herself down.

"Are you alright?" Fletcher asked, seeing she looked peaked, almost sickly.

Sandy sat down on her bed as her senses came back to her.

"Do you actually want me, or are you just trying to get back at Brad?" she asked softly, suddenly worried that maybe his affection for her wasn't as pure of intention as hers was for him.

"You're the first woman who took any interest in me," he started.

"So, you would've gone with any woman who gave you the time of day," she countered, recalling how Brad's friend, Darren, had characterized her as a lonely, desperate woman.

"No, that's not what I meant. You're different. I can talk to you. I can relate to you," Fletcher insisted. "And I don't feel like I need to pretend to be someone else around you. I can just be myself."

They sat in silence for a moment before Sandy spoke again, more softly this time. "I'm sorry, I mean, I feel the same way. It's just complicated, you know, with Brad being my son and all."

"Yes, one of the things we have in common is that your son, Brad, treats both of us pretty badly. I'm sorry, but it's true. And I'd be lying if I said that the idea of making love to you while he's on the other side of that wall didn't turn me on right now. But there's no other woman in the world I want to be with. And that's not because of Brad. It's because it's you."

The music blared from Brad's room, and Sandy was sure he was consumed by one of his RPG online games, as he tended to be late into each night. The loud music at least offered some cover so that Brad wouldn't hear them, although she and Fletcher still had to be cautious.

"But I'm his mother," she said, as much to herself as to her young lover.

"And I'm your lover," Fletcher reminded her as he stepped up and brushed the hair from her face.

Then he bent down and gently kissed her lips, and she didn't resist.

They continued kissing as she laid back down flat on the bed while he crawled on top of her.

"Brad can't know," she said somberly after they broke the kiss, her breath heavy and body shaking.

"My lips are sealed," Fletcher promised as his face lit up in a big smile.

Sandy's excitement surged, but she tried to tamp it down. "Thank you for taking the fall with your mom when she found my clothes, by the way. I'm sorry you had to take all that abuse. It wasn't fair, and she was a complete bitch about it."

Fletcher sat up on the bed and pulled off his tee shirt, revealing his scrawny chest. "Don't think it didn't cross my mind to drag your naked ass out from under the bed and show her the clothing wasn't mine."

"God, I would've died," Sandy laughed.

"I would've loved to shut her up, but I wouldn't do that to you."

"I know," she responded, a tear almost forming in her eye.

"That said, you owe me," Fletcher pointed out. "But I'll let you make it up to me right now."

"We can't make too much noise," she informed him.

"That's sounds like a challenge," he teased her.

"God, you're incorrigible."

Fletcher slid off the bed down onto his knees on the floor. Then he proceeded to pull down Sandy's shorts.

"Bikini cut panties. I like it," he commented as he gained an eyeful of her undergarments.

Sandy blushed.

Then he proceeded to pull her panties down as well, leaving her bottomless. He spread her legs wide and leaned forward to inhale the scent of her arousal, her juices already glistening on her soaked mound as she lay prone before him.

"It's okay, you don't have to if you don't want to," she said, almost apologetically, but the next thing she knew, his fingers were spreading her labia and revealing her pink flesh and clitoris.

Then his tongue began tasting her, the tiny bumps, or papillae on his tongue exciting the nerves on her clit as they dragged across. Her juices rushed forth as if he had tapped a spring, and he began lapping it up, gently sucking on her clit and making love to her labia with his lips and tongue.

Sandy wrapped her legs around her young lover's head and ran her hands through his hair.

"God, you don't know what you're doing to me," she sighed.

"Yes, I do," he insisted, and she shivered in pleasure.

With her arousal taking root, she pulled the tee shirt off her chest and threw it to the floor.

"No bra?" Fletcher observed.

"Not when I'm at home," she admitted sheepishly. "Especially when I was just getting ready to turn in for the night."

"Sorry, I'm going to keep you up a little late tonight," Fletcher promised.

Then he began lightly sucking on her clit, massaging it with his tongue, gently coaxing it along lovingly.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Sandy asked in wonder.

"I knew that watching porn would pay off someday," he bragged.

"Damn it," Sandy cursed as her body tensed up when Fletcher's tongue pushed her to the edge of climax.

He felt her body tightening up, her breath growing heavy, and he slipped a finger inside her, and she let out a gasp.

"Oh Fletcher," she sighed.

He crawled up on her body as he began fingering her. He slipped a second finger inside her as he rubbed his thumb lightly against her clitoris.

Fletcher reached her breasts, and he clamped his mouth down around one of them, and Sandy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out loudly in pleasure, but she still ended up growling in a low deep voice soaked with arousal.

He bit down on her nipple, and she winced in painful pleasure. Then he moved to her other breast and repeated the process, his tongue flicking at her sensitive nipple, all while his fingers continued to work magic on her pussy, easily sliding in and out of her and tickling her stimulation.

"God, that's it, that's it," she cried out in a hushed tone, clearly struggling to control her body's response.

And then Sandy spread her legs out wide, and Fletcher plunged his fingers even deeper into her hole, wiggling them as he held them deep inside her. He noticed how she reacted to one certain spot, and he kept returning to the well, and he was rewarded as Sandy began bucking her hips.

He had obviously hit paydirt, and she was literally trying to fuck his fingers, sliding back and forth to force them along the sensitive aroused pathway as her juices dripped down his fingers down onto the sheets below.

But she didn't care about wet sheets. Sandy was edging hard, and Fletcher was all too happy to oblige her carnal desires. He kept sucking and licking her breasts while fingering her pussy, forcing her closer and closer to the tipping point as she lay there teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Her voice was hoarse, her moans long, slow, and deep.

"I can't hold it in," she sighed.

"I want to watch you cum," Fletcher told her and then bit down on her tit again.

Sandy stifled a scream as tears began streaming down her cheeks and her body convulsed.

"Damn it," she squealed in a high-pitched voice as the orgasm ripped through her body. His fingers kept fucking her while his thumb pressed down on her clit, and Sandy bit her bottom lip and held her breath to keep from letting out an ear-piercing scream, but inside her body was exploding with fireworks.

When she finally exhaled, her chest was heaving as she sucked wind, trying to catch her breath.

Sandy looked up and saw that Fletcher still had two fingers lewdly inserted in her pussy while he grinned at her with a cheeky smile.

"Damn, that was sexy to watch," he commented.

"I don't know what came over me," Sandy replied, almost embarrassed at her lascivious display.

"Don't be. It was beautiful. But now it's my turn."

And Fletcher got off the bed and stood up. Sandy watched as he undid his pants and pulled down his underwear. His cock was hard and at attention, and Sandy's eyes drifted up from his manhood to Fletcher's face, where he still sported a cheeky grin.

"Will you suck my cock a little bit?" he asked as he stepped forward.

"Boy, you really have been watching porn, haven't you?" she teased him.

Fletcher blushed. "Just for a little bit, and then I'll fuck you proper."

"How romantic. Just what a girl wants to hear," Sandy replied. "That a boy is going to let her suck his cock. Lucky me. But then I suppose I owe you for that orgasm you just gave me."

And she opened her mouth as she turned to the side on the bed, and Fletcher eagerly stuffed his cock into her mouth, making her gag.

Sandy pulled back and coughed.

"Sorry," Fletcher apologized. "Guess I was a little too eager."

Sandy didn't say a word, but she brushed her hair aside and opened her lips as she leaned forward and took him back in her mouth.

As she began sucking his cock, Brad's voice came loud and clear through the thin wall separating Brad's bedroom from Sandy's.

"We'll give Fletcher the business in the morning," Brad's booming voice called out.

Fletcher's ears perked up at the mention of his name, and Sandy paused, her body tightening up in panic as she was plainly reminded of her son's close proximity.

"He's such a loser. I just can't help but give him hell," Brad continued unabated, callously unaware Fletcher could overhear him. "No one likes him. Like I know I'm still trying to fucking lose my virginity, but at least I've got some prospects. There isn't a girl in the whole school who doesn't recoil when they see him."

The blood rushed to Fletcher's cock, and it pulsed in Sandy's mouth as it grew even larger, her son's inflammatory words clearly exciting him.

"There's no girl that would want to suck his little pencil dick. Guaranteed he's just sitting at home jerking himself off right now," Brad casually remarked, and then laughed loudly enough that it made the walls vibrate.

Sandy's eyes drifted up to Fletcher, and he was smiling down at her as he began moving his hips back and forth, lightly fucking her mouth.

She kept her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, feeling his length run across her lips, his sweet precum beginning to leak out as she eagerly sucked it down.

"Can you even imagine him trying to fuck a girl?" Brad pondered obnoxiously, and he guffawed all over again at the thought. "I don't even think she'd feel his little pecker inside her."

Fletcher's hands grabbed Sandy's hair and pulled her head back off his cock. She was breathing heavily, and the saliva drooled off her lips as Sandy looked up wide-eyed at her young lover, wondering if she'd done something wrong.

"I want your pussy now," he mouthed to her.

She'd never seen Fletcher so assertive, and she responded obediently, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs as a large smile spread across his face.

He crawled on the bed on top of her, his cock swinging in the air as he moved, a hard five inches of sexually charged heat.

Sandy was mesmerized, lost in the moment. Fletcher was obviously reacting to Brad's insulting words, relishing the fact that he was fucking Brad's own mom while letting Brad unwittingly direct the sexual action. Fletcher's eyes were crazed like a man possessed.

Sandy herself was alternately horrified and undeniably aroused by the current state of affairs. She knew she should feel guilty for sleeping with one of her son's classmates, but Brad's uncouth remarks unnerved her, driving her right into Fletcher's arms, if only to prove Fletcher's manliness. Or maybe it was to refute, to humiliate her son. She wasn't sure anymore. Maybe it was both.

"You should've seen my mom when she came back home tonight," Brad continued ranting. "She's such a klutz. She got her dress all stained, so she had to wear this ridiculous outfit that was at least three sizes too large." There was a moment of silence while the other person presumably spoke, and Sandy realized that Brad must've been talking through his headset while playing his RPG. "Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you. She's like the female Fletcher. There's no guy that wants to stick their cock in her dried up pussy."

Fletcher smiled at his mature lover. Sandy's pussy was dripping wet in anticipation as she spread her legs wide and took charge. She grabbed his cock and inserted him into her, the head of his cock pushing past her folds, and Sandy closed her eyes and sighed in deep satisfaction to feel him inside her again. Then Fletcher pushed his hips forward, inserting his cock's full five-inch length into her body.

"She's so mousey and timid. She'd be such a lame fuck," Brad continued unabated. "She'd probably just lie there like a beached whale. I wonder if a guy could even get it up for her."

Sandy was livid at his personal insults, and now it was her turn to become assertive.

She moved suddenly, catching Fletcher off guard as she grabbed his shoulders and rolled him on the bed, moving along with him as she maintained his cock inside her until Fletcher was lying flat on his back with Sandy mounted on top.

She looked down at him with a steely lust-filled resolve in her eyes as she began grinding herself on him, sliding back and forth on his pole.

She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered, "It seems I've found at least one man who wants to stick his cock in my dried up pussy."

Fletcher smiled. "Just like how I found a woman who likes how my cock feels inside her," recalling Brad's earlier insult. "Besides, your pussy is hardly dry. That thing is dripping wet."

Then Sandy began riding him harder, bouncing hard enough that the bed was shaking, the metal frame and springs creaking loudly. Her lust overruled her better instincts as she rode him harder and harder, her indiscretion mounting. She almost didn't care if Brad heard them. In fact, she almost wanted Brad to hear them.

Still, her son's thrasher music poured into her room through the shared wall, as did Brad's voice as he spoke again to Darren.

"Dude, that's my mom you're talking about," he protested. "But that's why my dad left her, because she's so lame. He needed a real woman who knew how to satisfy him. I don't even think my mom would know what to do with a man. I have a hard time imagining her even fucking my father, but evidently I popped out of her pussy, so I guess so. But she's so damn shy, it'd probably take the jaws of death to spread her legs apart."

And then Sandy remembered that Brad's headphones were noise cancelling. In the past she had often called for Brad, even from inside his room, only to find he was oblivious to the world when he had his headphones on.

With that realization, Sandy grew ever more brazen. She bounced on Fletcher so hard as if she was trying to pound him into the mattress. Maybe she was.

Her little titties bounced up and down, jiggling as she rode her young lover. She slid up and down on his pole, her pussy growing wetter, her arousal growing higher, her climax growing closer with each movement, with every inch her pussy rubbed against Fletcher's cock. She closed her eyes, lost in lust.

And then she opened them and stared down at Fletcher, her body edging hard by this point. She was working hard. Her breath was short and labored, and a sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, her body almost glowing in the soft lighting from her bedside lamp.

"That's impossible," Brad's arrogant voice came through the walls again. "It'd be like my mom getting fucked. I can't even picture it."

That planted an idea in Sandy's head, and she impulsively leaned over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand and proceeded to turn on the camera.

"What are you doing?" Fletcher whispered.

"It's just a little something to remember tonight by," she mouthed to him, and then handed him the phone. "Take a video but keep my face out of the shot."

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," she smiled. "I'll text you a copy of the video after we're done."

Fletcher held up the phone and made sure that Sandy's face was out of the video before he hit record.

He was mesmerized by the sight of her titties bouncing up and down while she continued riding his cock.

"Damn, you look so sexy," he muttered.

Sandy threw her head back and closed her eyes as she shook her chest for the camera, letting her little titties jiggle around for a few seconds while she was edging hard on top of her young lover.

As she opened her eyes again, she experienced sensory overload. Fletcher's cock was triggering every erotic nerve in her body, leaving her body electrified and her muscles on edge. She looked down into his eyes and then gazed down farther until she saw his cock throbbing and coated in her juices as she rode him hard.

Knowing she was on video only added to her arousal, fanning the flames. She knew she might regret it in the morning, but having a video to commemorate this night and their love seemed like a good idea in the moment.

The coup de grace was her son's close proximity and unwitting insults. She knew she should've felt guilty about sleeping with Brad's classmate, yet her son's arrogance irked her to no end, and she relished the idea of openly rebutting every single last one of his taunts as they poured through the wall. All her son's insults and teasing only added fuel to the fire that was her lust, fanning the flames and sending her teetering closer to the edge.

And then it all came to a head. Her heavy breaths started coming out in long slow moans as her body shuddered in pleasure, her breasts shaking all over again. And then those moans turned louder and louder until she couldn't contain them any longer.

Any semblance of trying to contain her arousal had eroded, only to be replaced by open unabated lust. She gasped and let out squeals of delight as she tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down, to stay her climax and extend the hard edge she was riding, but those efforts were futile, and Sandy knew it.

Her arousal was a freight train careening down the tracks to the edge of a steep cliff, and there was no stopping it from going over the side. All she could do was close her eyes and hold on for dear life as the climax took root.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her toes curled up, and her hands balled up in fists as she screamed, "Fuck!" at the top of her lungs. It hit her like a bolt of lightning shooting through her body, transporting her into an alternate universe, or perhaps it was an ever so brief glimpse of heaven.

And then she almost blacked out from the intensity of the orgasm, and she collapsed on top of Fletcher, her body a heaving mess of exhaustion as her sweaty flesh pressed against her lover until their skin felt like they had fused together as one.

And then Sandy heard a noise, although she couldn't make out what it was right away.

Opening her eyes, she saw panic in Fletcher's eyes, and then she realized it was a gentle knocking as Brad's voice spoke from just outside her bedroom door.

"Mom, are you alright? I thought I heard you cry out in pain. I've never heard you curse before," he asked, for once seemingly concerned for her welfare.

And then right at that instant, Fletcher ejaculated inside her, his warm cum squirting out and oozing through her pussy as his hard cock throbbed with each pulse as he emptied his balls into her.

Sandy silently cursed out her carelessness as she began hyperventilating, but she composed herself just enough to respond. "I just stubbed my toe. I'm alright, honey. Sorry if I waked you," she called out, praying to God he would just walk away.

"Alright, whatever. I was still awake. I'll go back to playing my game," Brad answered.

Sandy breathed a huge sigh of relief, and then her face fell on Fletcher's shoulders while they laughed silently together in disbelief.

"That was close," Fletcher whispered after a minute when they heard Brad start a talking to Darren again through his headphones.

"Yeah, too close," she worried. "That's two close calls in one day. Maybe we should cool it a bit."

"Fuck, that was hot, though. I still can't believe you let me take a video of you while you had an orgasm," he remarked. "That was sexy as hell."

"You had an orgasm too," she reminded him.

Fletcher smiled a goofy smile. "I know. Don't forget to send me a copy."

Sandy took back her phone, and ten seconds later she said, "Done."

"I could spend all night lying here and holding you in my arms," Fletcher sighed.

"You've still got a final exam in the morning, young man," she pointed out as she rolled off him and his softened cock slipped out of her.

"I suppose. But I might have a hard time focusing on my exam tomorrow," Fletcher playfully lamented.

Sandy wasn't about to let him have any excuse for not passing his exam after how hard she had worked to tutor him. "You do well on your exam, and I'll give you a big surprise," she promised.

"Like what?" he wanted to know.

Sandy gave him a wink. "It'll be worth your while. Just trust me. Now get out of here and get an 'A' on that exam tomorrow."

"I'm going to hold you to your word after I ace that exam," Fletcher threatened.

"I hope you do," she answered. "I hope you do."

*****

To be continued....