Crochet Corruption Ch. 01

This is another NTR themed mother x bully story. Chapter 1 is written from the perspective of the mother, showing the progression of the relationship from her POV. From chapter 2 onwards, we'll slip into the perspective of the oblivious son. Enjoy!

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Monday 5th January, 2026

"If you keep touching it, it will keep opening up and it will never heal," I said, pressing a damp cloth against the cut on my son's eyebrow.

"It's not exactly my fault, is it?" Cai said. It never was in his eyes. Another scuffle at college during a lunchtime game of football. Always the same phone calls from the deputy head. Always the same couple of boys up to no good.

"I don't care whose fault it was. I don't want you coming home with injuries and pouring blood on my nice, new tea towels," I said.

"Then push harder and get him expelled," Cai said.

"I've talked to your teachers about that. There's nothing they can do without proof, and you haven't exactly given them much reason to believe you're the victim here, have you?" I fired back, pressing a little harder on his cut and making him wince.

"He's a bully," he said.

"Then stay away from him," I said.

My son had been in a proxy war with this other boy for the best part of two years, and it was starting to bore me. They were into the last six months of their time together. I couldn't wait for sixth form to end, and for the both of them to move to different universities. Cai, at his best, is a sweet boy. He's smart and caring, but he's really struggled since my split with his father. The last four years have been full of ups and downs.

Cai puts himself in the path of trouble in a search for attention. It's become a common occurrence in the last couple of years especially. I'm not saying this other boy isn't a prick, but since when did my son ever play football?

He joined that game to go toe-to-toe with his nemesis and got an elbow for his trouble, and then he used that to garner sympathy from his friends and teachers and especially me at home. He's 18 now. I'm not babying him any more.

"I need to fill him in one day, show him that he can't treat people like this anymore. He's a bellend," Cai argued, but he was talking to himself. I had heard it all a dozen times. My son used to be one of the hard knocks. He grew up quickly and got a headstart on some of the other boys. He was such a sweetheart at home that it surprised me when we got a call one day about him acting like a dickhead at school. The divorce played its part, as well as a lot of regular teen angst and growing pains. It was humiliating though, especially when it came out that he was bullying the son of a friend from work.

At some point a couple of years ago, he got a beating for everything he had done, and it sent him deeper into his self-contained pity party. I'm not sure if it was from the same boy who is troubling him now, but the malaise has started to exhaust me. I just want to get through his exams so we can move on from all of this. I have long stopped talking to him like he's a child about all of this. He's an adult, and he needs to start acting like it.

"What do you think of my setup?" I said, trying to distract him.

The big day was upon us. My streaming debut. I stood in front of the computer as it had been set up on our dining room table, and tried to get him to pay attention. His eyes went to his phone briefly, before he looked up and gazed upon my hard work. "Looks good," he said.

"Well, don't pull a muscle in all that excitement," I said.

"I just didn't think you were being serious about this," Cai said.

"I am always serious about crochet," I said, before lifting up one of my little elephant plushies and providing it with a voice. "Your mother brought me to life, doesn't that make you happy?"

"I just don't know if there'll be an audience for it," he said, ignoring my silliness and making me sigh. "I get if you want to make stuff and sell it online, but people won't want to watch that stuff getting made."

I didn't need much of an audience, or any audience at all. This wasn't my dream. Twitch was a complete mystery to me, but a friend suggested growing my brand and that took me to social media and now it was taking me to livestreaming. I just like to crochet. My son would never understand that this was just fun to me, and if it doesn't work out then oh well, no big deal. A couple of weeks streaming and no viewers isn't going to break my heart, but a dozen viewers who want to buy something would fill my heart right up. I might even make a few friends along the way, and wouldn't that be a bonus.

"You don't have enough whimsy in your heart," I said, and he laughed. "Are you going to watch?"

"I'll make sure you have at least one viewer," he promised.

"One becomes two very quickly. Wait until the rest of the world finds out how funny and pretty I am," I teased him, but he was already off on his way back upstairs. "You better not come back down here bleeding, young man."

Cai never came back down, but there was one viewer in my stream for my debut performance. I was live for about 90 minutes. I didn't think he was paying attention. It was probably muted in the background while he played his games. I'm a prolific yapper though, so it came naturally to me. I didn't need anyone to be listening to keep me talking. I talked and talked and tried to explain what was happening on camera. I brought a little palm sized teddy bear to life, and then said goodbye to nobody.

I had a good time, and that's all that really matters.

**

Thursday 8th January, 2026

I didn't plan to stream every day originally, but there wasn't much else going on in my life and it was something to do. Today would be stream number four. My only viewer so far had been my son, and he didn't even remember to tune in the previous day. I just kept talking, hoping someone would eventually take interest. Either way, work was getting done, and every plushy, sweater or blanket crocheted was a sellable asset, and posted on my store the following day.

Cai was going to have a guest today, and it wasn't one that made much sense to me. He had another fight a couple of days earlier, during a maths lesson, and one of their teachers went nuclear on them. She was refusing to have them in her class. Their feud was disrupting everyone else. The headteacher threatened to expel them both, but the deputy suggested another option. Force them to work through it together. Cai was a bit of a maths whizz, and he could tutor the other boy. Forced to spend time together, and not around the friends they like to show off for, they might be able to work their way through their little problem.

The boys didn't like it at first, because they would have to spend an extra hour at school every day. Their tutoring sessions were going to be viewed as detention. They refused, and expulsion was back on the table. The other boy's mother said she would be happy to host them, and they could make up for their misbehaviour at home. Unfortunately, her job didn't suit the arrangement. The school didn't want them to be alone while his mother was working 12 hour shifts at the hospital.

I work from home. I didn't have the same excuse. I offered to take them in. I actually preferred it this way round. It was more relaxing knowing my son would be home with me, and we could kick out the other arsehole if and when he started acting like an arsehole. The decision was made, and tutoring would start a couple days later. That day was now upon us, and it was important to lay down the law before either of them turned my house into their new fight club.

The boy was late, an agitating start.

"Not a single raised voice or argument, not a single rude comment," I said, when he finally arrived. "Show each other respect and show respect to me and my home. You are both smart boys or you wouldn't be doing a-level maths. Put some effort in and if your mock scores are looking better in a few weeks time and you prove you can act like adults, your teacher has agreed to take you back into her class. Understood?"

"Understood," Cai said.

"Yes, ma'am," the boy said. He looked a full foot shorter than my son, and he was skinny too.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kieran," he said. It rang a bell. Cai had said it a few times, but it didn't stick.

"There are snacks in the kitchen. Help yourself. I'm not cooking you both dinner every night. If you come downstairs, keep it down. I will be working," I said.

It seemed like they had listened. They didn't have a brawl, at least.

I started my 4th day as a livestreamer, and started crocheting another one of my elephant plushies. They were my biggest seller, so cute with their little trunks and stubby legs. It was on day four that I got my first proper viewer.

You're so good

I just got into crochet

It's so fun

I didn't even notice the messages at first, but it gave me a proper buzz when I did.

"Oh, hello," I said, suddenly lost for words after spending an hour talking to myself. "Thank you for being so sweet. It's nice to have someone new in the community. It's a great outlet for your creativity," I said, smiling, and flashing a couple more of my plushies in front of the camera.

Where are you from?

"I'm from Wales," I answered, not wanting to indulge much more information than that. "It's part of the UK. The best part!"

Nice

I returned to my work for maybe 30 seconds, before the fear hit me that this person might just leave. I desperately wanted them to stay. "What about you, dear?" I asked.

I'm from Texas

"Texas? Wow!" I said, looking at the clock in the corner of my computer screen to try and figure out what time it might be for this person. It was probably around lunchtime over there. "So far away. I've never been to the US, but maybe one day!"

It's big so there's lots to see lol

How long have you been doing crochet?

"Oh, boy. About 25 years, give or take. I didn't start until after my second child was born."

Oh wait. How old are you?

I thought you were younger

Your voice sounds younger

Not that there's anything wrong with older lol

"My voice might sound young, but my face doesn't look it anymore, dear," I said, trying to avoid giving away my actual age.

I bet that's not true

I need to go back to class now

I followed you

Bye!

My heart sank a bit. I liked talking to them. I was sad they were going, because it was fun. "Hopefully see you again," I said, but the reply never came. They did follow me though, as promised. I thought it was a girl. They had a feminine username. It was just the boost that I needed. A first friend.

Kieran made his way downstairs about twenty minutes later, and passed me on his way to the kitchen to get a drink. I went a little quiet when he was nearby, because it was awkward playing up to the camera with a stranger present, even if all my potential viewers were strangers too. He stopped in the doorway and watched for a moment. "Are you streaming?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, picking up a ball of yarn and showing it to him while giving my hands a quick rest. "I crochet."

"That's cool," he said, before picking up one of my plushies off the desk and taking a closer look. "Do you sell these?"

"I have a store on marketplace, Etsy and Depop and a few other places."

"I might get one for my nephew," Keiran said, eyeing up the best seller elephant. "This is really good. My mum loves knitting but she doesn't sell any of it. She just makes me wear it."

"You should wear it if she tells you," I said, very much on his mother's side.

"How much is this?" he asked, holding up the elephant.

"Just take it," I said, and he started shaking his head. "Go on, just have it. A little treat for behaving in my house."

"Are you sure?" Keiran asked. I just wanted to be nice, and look after my son in the process.

"I'm sure."

"That's very kind of you," he said, before giving the plushie a little squeeze.

"Get back to work then. You're not here to chat with me," I said.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, before turning and heading towards the stairs. "My cousin is a streamer and doing pretty well for himself. I'll get him to host you sometime, as payment."

"I'll hold you to that," I said, though it really wasn't that serious. Kieran went upstairs, and my stream continued as usual, with no new viewers to chat with.

**

Monday 12th January, 2026

I didn't stream over the weekend, which felt like a shame after having my first positive interaction. I just had plans with my family. Cai is my fourth and youngest child. He was the only one still living at home during the divorce, so it hit him the hardest. The others were all at university or graduated, and they coped with it in their own adult ways. Cai was still my baby back then, and he had to deal with it all face on.

"Are you still doing this?" Cai asked, just after letting his so-called bully into our house. I didn't like that he was teasing me about it in front of a stranger. Friday's tutoring had passed without incident, so we were now onto day three of that. I was hopeful they had already worked through the worst of their ire towards one another.

"Of course I am," I said, feeling no need to explain myself. He wasn't even pretending to watch any more. "Get your arse upstairs and get to work."

The boys went upstairs, and it was peaceful again. Kieran joined me about half an hour later. "I saw my nephew yesterday. He loved the elephant teddy. He gave him a name and everything. Want to guess?"

"Ernie," I said, playing along.

"Eddie," Kieran said. I tutted, and he laughed. "You were on the right track. I just want to say thank you again. He was made up."

"No problem at all," I said, and he soon left me again. The rest of the stream was quiet.

**

Tuesday 13th January, 2026

My Texan friend came back to say hello. I learned her name was Clarissa, and she was a sophomore at school, whatever that means. We talked on and off for a couple of hours, and it seemed the girl just needed a place to vent. She was having trouble with her parents, trouble with her boyfriend and trouble with her best friends. She had a lot of problems in common with my youngest son, but she was sweet like him too. She asked about my work. I showed her a lot of tips, tricks and techniques and she thanked me for every one of them.

I had a good night chatting to her, and before she left she subbed to my channel. I hadn't really learned the ins and out of the partner system yet, but it meant so much that someone cared enough to subscribe. I got a little teary after she left, but no one was watching so it didn't really matter. It was a weird feeling. I wasn't exactly sure what this streaming nonsense was all about, but it mattered to me because for a couple of hours, there was a genuine connection formed with a stranger. I needed it. I really needed it.

**

Friday 16th January, 2026

Clarissa came to chat most days that week, but there would be no end of week stream. I had a date instead. Cai didn't like it when he found out. It's been four years. It's just a date. Let a girl live.

It did feel a bit weird, admittedly. It had been over a year since my last attempt. I didn't tell my son about that one. I thought he might be ready this time. A friend from an old workplace had set me up with someone she thought would be a good match. It was worth a try.

I was wearing a black dress, loose fitting and about knee length. It had a flowing skirt, and a tighter bodice. I didn't feel comfortable in it, but it was the best I could do. I went to check on the boys before leaving. It was going to be the first time leaving them alone since tutoring started. They had been well behaved so far. There had been a minor scuffle at school, but the deputy head let them off with a warning because it was an outlier in recent weeks. It backed up my feeling that the biggest problem was the friends they were showing off for.

"I don't want to hear about any trouble tonight," I said, standing in the doorway as they were both lurched over my son's desk looking at their textbooks. At least it looked like they were working hard.

"There won't be any," Cai assured me. He didn't even look my way. He was still in a bad mood about the date. I wasn't going to pay that side of him any attention whatsoever.

Kieran looked though, and surprised me with a compliment. "You look amazing," he said. Cai looked as soon as it was said, then turned away again. A compliment was always nice, but this one might lead to a fight. I really hoped it wouldn't.

The date wasn't much to write home about. I still had a snog with him in the car when he dropped me off. I was kissing the version of him that existed in my mind. I had my doubts as always, about myself and my ability to feel beautiful or desirable, but there was still a big part of me that was hoping it would be fun. It wasn't. I wanted it to go well. I wanted to have sex. I wasn't going to have sex if it didn't go well, of course. I kissed him in the car hoping it would ignite something, and it didn't.

There are worse lives, but there's a perverse misery that comes with being a middle aged divorcee. I've lost my spark, and every time there's a chance it might come back and it doesn't, it feels like double the punishment. I'm bored and lonely and a man kissed me and it didn't make me gush for a second. Maybe that feeling will never come back.

I walked into the house, and it was dark and quiet. The heating had been turned off, so it was cold too. It wasn't the coldest winter, but the sun setting so early just added an extra cloud on top of everything else. I needed the summer back. My oldest son lives abroad. I miss him. One of my daughters is planning to move away soon. I don't want her to go. I'm just so fucking miserable with all of it.

The only thing bringing me any joy recently was the streaming, so my mind went back to that. I turned on the heating, climbed into a dressing gown, and went live. It was pretty late, but not quite bedtime. I just wanted to talk to myself for a couple of hours before getting my beauty sleep.

Clarissa said hello, but she couldn't stay long. I was alone for about an hour, before another name appeared in the chat logs.

Hi

It's Kieran

Hope you don't mind me watching

I wasn't even that surprised by his appearance. The one guarantee of the last couple of weeks was that he showed some genuine interest in the stream, even if it was only in a passing comment or two. He would ask me how it was going, and praise the latest plushy in production.

"Hello Kieran," I said, mindlessly. I was half zoned out, just weaving away casually as the intricacies of recreating old designs became second nature.

How did the date go?

I sighed, and he sent a couple laughing faces back.

That bad?

I checked the viewer count and saw it was only him, and decided to answer honestly. "Pretty bad," I said.

Onto the next one then

"I'm not sure there'll be a next one," I said.

What happened?

"I'm getting old, honey," I said. I never had to worry about my expression because this was a one camera setup and that one camera was pointed down at the desk, where my hands were working. I was still a faceless streamer, so he didn't see me pouting in my own misery. "I just want a few grandkids now, maybe a cottage somewhere."

Don't be like that

You looked amazing tonight

His loss

"Thank you," I said, not wanting to linger on it too much. "I hope you boys were well behaved tonight."

Always

I'll never disrespect your home

I only beat him up at school

I was glad there wasn't a camera on my face, because he would have laughed at the double take when I read that message. "That is not funny," I said, sternly.

Only kidding

"I don't think it's funny," I said. Kieran sent back a stupid emote of a character bowing, before apologising.

I'm sorry

"What is wrong with you two?" I asked, a conversation we didn't need to be having. "Actually, nevermind. I don't care because it's finished now. Focus on your mathematics and don't cause any more trouble."

You're the boss

There was one thing that I really wanted to know. Cai had been disconnected from his work for a while, unmotivated to the extreme, and now he was the tutor of another person, and someone he hated for good measure. "How is the tutoring going?" I asked.

It's fine

Neither of us are chuffed about it but we're getting by

"Is he trying his best?"

I think so

"I'm asking if he is making an effort and helping you."

What do you mean?

"With the tutoring," I said.

Haha

I'm tutoring him

What did he tell you?

What the fuck did he tell me?

I couldn't remember exactly, but in his story, he was the tutor. I don't suppose it mattered all that much who was and who wasn't, but it annoyed me that my son wasn't telling me the truth about these things. I wanted to help him. It was harder when he was lying to me.

I knew how smart my son was. How had he let himself fall so far that he needed a tutor?

"In that case, are you making an effort and helping him?" I asked. This was my son's bully, if you believed him. I wanted to be sure he was working hard, and helping.

He doesn't need that much help

He needs to lock in

I am helping though

I'm not going to fuck him over and give him the wrong answers

"Well, thank you," I said, before putting down my hooks and stretching out my fingers. "I'm trying to get him to lock in, as you say. He's just having a tough time."

I won't let you down

I laughed. "You better not," I said, before threatening to get back to work and only finding exhaustion. "I'm going to end the stream here. It's late. I'm tired," I said.

No problem

Goodnight

A notification came through saying he had subscribed. "You didn't have to do that," I said.

I owe you for the plushy and the hospitality

I'll see you on Monday

"That's very sweet of you. Goodnight, Kieran. I will see you on Monday."

**

Monday 19th January, 2026

I had started to get so into the livestreaming that my regular day job just wasn't cutting it. I was wishing away the hours, just to get back to the mindless yapping and the feeling of joy that came from improvising designs and bringing them to life. Crochet had been a gamechanger for me in my twenties. I was a stay at home mother of two at the time and none of my usual interests were satisfying me. My grandmother suggested crochet, and the rest is history. I found so much joy in it, and still do.

I've been working as a virtual assistant for the last five years. I was made redundant during the pandemic and needed to find a new job. The virtual work was good then, and less so now. Part of me would like something that gets me out of the house more, but it's also nice not having to worry about getting into an office everyday. I'm caught in two minds, and it's easy to get wrapped up in something new and exciting like streaming. I understood that in my niche there was only so much money to be made, but it would be nice if it could make me some money. There wasn't going to be 100,000 people watching a crochet streamer in the makers and crafting category.

I peaked at six viewers on the Monday after my date. It felt nice. Clarissa was my new best friend, and I was starting to learn the names of a few other viewers. I was just finishing up my stream for the day when the boys came downstairs after their tutoring session.

"How was the stream?" Kieran asked. It would be him.

"That was a fun one, new viewership peak," I said.

"That's what I like to hear," Kieran said.

"How many?" Cai asked.

"Six!" I said, excitedly.

"We'll have the mortgage paid off by the end of the month," Cai replied sarcastically, making me frown.

"Don't be an arsehole," I said.

"Don't listen to him. That's really good. I'll get my cousin to give you that shoutout and host soon," Kieran said.

"Which cousin?" Cai asked, before grimacing. "Simon?"

"Yeah, he's got a few hundred subs and lots of followers. He's growing in the chess community and plays a few strategy games too," Kieran said.

"I don't need a shoutout or anything like that," I said, even though I would definitely take one. "I appreciate you thinking of me though."

Cai left for the kitchen after saying goodbye to his secret tutor. Kieran lingered with me for a second. "You should really get a second camera so you have one for your face. Facecam streamers always do better. It keeps viewers more engaged and adds some personality to the stream," he said. The advice was unsolicited but it was appreciated all the same. "It makes you a real person to them. I know the focus is the magic hands doing the crocheting, but you should still try and upgrade the setup."

"I have been thinking about it," I said. I had been doing more than thinking, but my online shopping basket was getting a bit expensive. "I'll get hold of some new stuff soon, make everything a little bit prettier."

"I'll talk to my cousin, and he will be able to recommend some stuff," Kieran said, which was very kind of him. "He might be able to get some discounts, he has sponsorships and stuff like that."

"Oh, that's not a big deal," I said.

"Don't worry about it. It's good for him to share his codes. You get a discount. He gets a little bit from the company."

"That would be very nice of you, and him," I said. Kieran smiled, and then started to make his way out.

"Don't let that moody bastard get you down. You're doing something that makes you happy," he said, before giving me a wave. "I'll see you tomorrow."

**

Wednesday 21st January, 2026

Kieran became a regular viewer of my livestreams. He didn't always chat, especially if there were other people around, but he was always there.

Cai didn't care. He had two states when it came to my stream career. He was completely disinterested most of the time. He rarely asked how it was going or showed any curiosity beyond that. I preferred disinterest to the alternative. When he did talk about it, it was only to denigrate it, or my passion for it. He seemed to save most of it for an audience too. No interest 95% of the time, but in front of one of his older sisters, or one of his friends, he would joke about it and call it weird. It didn't matter to him that no one agreed with him. He was right. His mother was embarrassing herself by trying to become a streamer in her late 40s.

It's not even like I was trying to become a pro gamer, or anything like that. I just wanted to create a small community in the art space. He couldn't look past the idea that it was weird for someone my age to be doing it.

Daydreaming?

I read the comment, and realised that I was. I had zoned out, in a little bit of a mood. Cai had done my head in again before the stream started, inviting his friends over and laughing at my setup with them, before making a racket in the room directly above me. "Hello, Kieran," I said, before nodding my head. "Sorry, yeah, daydreaming."

You usually never shut up

I laughed. "Is that right?" I asked, before pointing one of my crocheting hooks up at the camera. "Are you complaining? I am a very interesting person."

Not complaining at all

"What kind of streams do you usually watch?" I asked him, trying to keep him engaged in conversation. "I can't imagine you're tuned into crochet every night."

I watch my cousin sometimes

No one else though

Just you

"Why is that?" I asked.

You said it yourself

You're very interesting

"That's very kind of you to say," I said.

I'm going to send you a link with some new hardware for the stream

It's all good stuff

Discount is already attached

My cousin is partnered with the brand, so he trusts them

I put my equipment down and found the direct message he had sent, before clicking the link. It was all so much cheaper than any of the stuff I found on my own.

"Thank you, honey," I said, a little surprised by just how sweet he had been, and just how much he seemed to care. It didn't add up with all the fighting and bickering over so many years. Maybe this tutoring thing was really working out, but only one of them was showing any signs of progression so far. "I'll buy it all later tonight. Cai said he'll help me set it up."

Hope it's all up to standard

"It will be," I said. I didn't need the absolute best in the world, but it would be nice to make some big upgrades, and start to look more professional.

Goodnight, enjoy the rest of the stream

"Oh, okay," I said, taken aback a little by the abruptness of his departure. I wanted to chat more, and it actually stung when he said goodbye. It was a weird feeling.

**

Friday 23rd January, 2026

I ordered the new equipment on next day delivery but it was pretty late and it didn't end up arriving until Friday morning.

I was excited to get everything set up. Kieran's cousin, Simon, had messaged me the day before. He had his artist create an overlay for my stream, providing me with borders for my two eventual webcams and cyclical announcements of my latest followers, subscribers and donations.

I was going to stream late, waiting for the boys to finish their tutoring session before my son helped me set everything up. He didn't have enough time after sixth form, but had promised to give me a hand with all of the upgrades as soon as his bully was gone. He used that word again, which annoyed me a little bit. They were barely fighting anymore, and there hadn't been any trouble at the house. Kieran was tutoring him, and his recent mock scores were stronger which showed he had returned some focus to his work at the very least. I don't know why he acts this way. Kieran was not much bigger than me. Cai is a rugby obsessive. If he's such a problem, squash him!

Cai was dressed up by the time he made it downstairs. He winced when he saw me, like a sudden and awkward realisation had dawned upon him. My heart sank, and not because it surprised me, but because it didn't. "Are you going out?" I asked.

"Oh shit, Mum, sorry," he said, and he was either genuinely guilty or good at pretending. "It slipped my mind. I have a party tonight."

Kieran was standing near the front door. I didn't know if they were going to the party together. I suppose that would be nice. "You can head out if you want," I said, but he stayed. I didn't really want him to see me upset.

"I'll sort it out tomorrow, promise," Cai said.

"You promised to do it tonight," I said.

"I know but something came up. I have plans."

"Did you have plans when you promised to help your mother with something that is important to her?" I asked.

"Fucking hell. I said sorry," he moaned. I sat down on a dining chair and just felt the sadness engulf me. Why can't he even pretend to care?

"It doesn't matter," I said, trying to keep my composure. "Go and enjoy our party."

"I can give you a hand, if you need it," Kieran said. Cai didn't even seem to notice. He was tying up his shoelaces, keen to get out as quickly as he could manage it.

"No, don't worry about it," I said, not wanting to bother him. "Go and get drunk. It's Friday."

"I'm not going to the party," Kieran said, walking back towards me and making my son more aware of his presence. "I'm happy to help out. I know a thing or two about all this stuff."

I shook my head again, and he just nodded back. He was silently and firmly ignoring my protestations. "Are you sure?" Cai said.

"Well, if you're not going to do it," Kieran said.

Cai climbed into his jacket. "Thanks mate. I appreciate it," he said, before telling me he would be home late and leaving us behind. He was pissing me off. If this guy was really your bully, would you leave him alone with your mother? Would you believe she was safe with him?

"I think he's seeing someone new," Kieran said, walking over and getting straight to work unboxing stuff.

"Really?" I asked. That would make sense. If one thing was going to distract him, it was going to be a pretty girl.

"Apparently," Kieran said.

"You really don't need to help out. Go and enjoy your night. The school week is over."

"I'm already helping," he said, taking a webcam out of a box and showing it to me. "You can help too, or you can watch, but it's happening whether you like it or not."

I helped. We worked at it for a couple of hours, trying to figure out the ins and outs of all my new gadgets. Kieran had lied to me, and he admitted it. He didn't know a thing or two about any of this. He was not really a part of the streaming community, which he had admitted in the past. He just liked to support his cousin, but the idea of putting a whole new setup and overlay together was beyond him.

It was only beyond him because he hadn't yet done it, and he was going to learn how to do it if it meant making me happy. There were a few hiccups along the way, but we toiled away until things started to make sense and everything started to fit together. He was a grafter, and he wouldn't give up even when it seemed hopeless. I suggested calling his cousin, but he wanted to do it on his own.

I helped when I could, and watched when he was dealing with the confusing hellscape that was OBS. It took me an age to figure that thing out before my first stream. Eventually, everything was working as one and my new setup looked seriously impressive. I was so happy, and so grateful for his hard work and genuine care.

"You're an angel," I said, so appreciative of his hard work.

"You needed a hand," Kieran said, before dropping a ball of yarn on the desk. "I just didn't like the way he spoke to you, really. Now come on, go live and check it's all working properly."

I felt a little sick. Maybe it was the little argument and the annoyance with my son, the stress of putting everything together or just how warm it was with the heating on in the middle of winter, but something in my stomach didn't feel right. "I'm not feeling great. I'll save it for next week, or maybe do a weekend stream."

"No, don't give me any of that," Kieran said, assertively. I didn't expect him to argue back. "I want to see it all working, and see you smiling again."

"I just have a sore tummy," I said.

"Just a quick one then. I wanted to go home and see that you were live. All that hard work and you're not going to go live for me?" he said, goading me. I just laughed.

"Are you seriously guilt tripping me?" I asked.

"Is it working?"

I sighed and looked back towards my computer. I probably just needed some fresh air, but my heart had been set on streaming after everything was set up and it was just nice to have someone around who was pushing me to be proud of my passions and interests. "I'll go live for an hour or two," I said, and the young man smiled triumphantly. We continued chatting while everything was set up. I needed to fix my hair after getting a sweat on. This was going to be my first facecam stream, after all. "Are you close with your mother?" I asked, while he collected a glass of water from the kitchen and delivered it to me.

"Yeah, she's the best," Kieran said.

"She's the best, but are you close?" I asked. I felt like he was answering a different question.

"I think we're close," he answered, more honestly. "We've had some rough patches."

"Because of the fighting?"

"No, she insists on the fighting because it keeps me away from other things," he said. I thought he was joking.

"Give me a serious answer," I said.

"I am very serious. She put me in kickboxing classes to get me away from the wrong crowd and help give me some discipline."

"Oh, well fair enough," I said. It made more sense that he always won the fights now, at least. "You shouldn't be using those skills outside of your classes."

"I'm not doing roundhouse kicks during playground fights, you know."

I laughed, and decided not to indulge any further on the boys and their fighting, but one question was at the forefront of my mind. "Cai is having problems at school. I don't know how much you're a part of that, but you're clearly at least a small part of it. I want to hear from your perspective. Is it girl trouble? Is it teacher trouble? Where is this all coming from?"

"With all due respect, it's him trouble. It started with him and he is spiralling now. He can't accept that he isn't who he used to be," Kieran said. I would always defend my son, but his words felt eerily close to my own feelings. I had never been able to put my finger on it, exactly what he was going through and the mentality he was working with. Keiran could though, and he hit the nail on the head. "He has a victim mentality. He used to be a bully, then he had to face some consequences and now he acts as if the entire world is against him. No one expected him to feel this sorry for himself for this long."

It just all made so much sense. It was the perfect descriptor, and after years of talking to friends and family and trying to figure out what was wrong with my son, it was so relieving to finally talk to someone who got it. Kieran had my son read like a book, and he could see right through the act. Finally, someone else who wasn't just going to baby him. "How exactly did it start?" I asked.

"He was bullying a few different people. One of them was Simon. I didn't realise he had started with my family. I should have given him a slap in the first place, but as soon as he was after one of my own, he was going to get it. It was probably a couple of years ago. We had a fight at Rachel Finley's party. I sent him for an early night and then he slept it off on the trampoline."

I winced a little. I didn't like to hear about my son getting beaten up, or humiliated, but there was no question he put himself in the firing line. I knew about some of his other victims. He was a bully who became a bully victim, and he revels in that victim mentality. "Sixth form is finished in about six months. You've been getting along better since the tutoring started," I said, trying to ensure my sons' future safety. "Just promise me you won't hurt him. He'll get over this eventually. I think he needs a fresh start."

"I never go chasing after him," Keiran informed me. "I'm always going to defend myself though. He's gasping to get one over me. I did treat him like a dickhead, because he's a dickhead. I'll try to be nicer from now on."

"Don't try, just be nicer," I said.

"I promise," Kieran said, before nudging my attention back in the direction of my setup. "Come on, time to go live," he reminded me.

I prepared the stream, before hesitating when my own face started looking back at me. Kieran had suggested the facecam and it made a ton of sense, but it still made me uncomfortable. I liked the anonymity. I didn't like needing to look or feel pretty just to stream.

I stared into my own eyes, and ran my fingers through my auburn hair to make sure it looked okay. I had been growing it for a while, wanting to try something new after sticking to shoulder length for so long. It almost reached my boobs now. It suddenly felt very big and in the way, even if no one else would notice or care. The rest looked fine, but you're always going to feel self-conscious about something when you're putting yourself out there. A few lines on the side of my mouth, and some crow's feet by the eyes. My viewers were going to start believing that I am as old as I say that I am. 48 isn't ancient, but it's not typical streamer age. Even in the crochet field, most of my contemporaries were younger than me.

At least the camera was only on the face. The rest didn't need to look perfect, and it surely didn't any more. I used to have the hourglass figure, top and bottom and a tight little waist. The middle has started to fill out, and it's turned me into more of a rectangle. The boobs and bum are still big, and the thighs are a little thicker, but there's no corset-like sinking in after the hips. Those parts of me weren't going to get any screentime, so it didn't matter all that much.

"Are you staying?" I asked.

"For a little while," he said. He wasn't asking for permission. My stomach still felt a little funny.

I went live, and he watched me from the side. He didn't interrupt or try to distract me, but sat quietly and listened intently for close to an hour. I talked to viewers and went through my usual routine, describing my creative process and all the intricacies of the work as a new hedgehog plushy was brought to life. He never looked bored for a second.

Clarissa appeared for a little while, and warmed my heart by calling me pretty over and over again.

I knew you were pretty

I knew it!

A few other viewers said the same. It was nice. I got a jumpscare every so often, after forgetting my face was now on screen.

Kieran checked his phone a couple of times, and then started beaming when his long promised raid party came through. Simon hosted me, and 8 viewers turned into 1400. My face was bright red, my eyes started to bulge and it took me way too long to compose myself. I was in a complete panic, trying to keep track of everything as hundreds followed me and dozens subscribed. A few donations came through, which made my jaw drop.

I tried to keep track of the chat, but it was impossible. Some of the comments were a little rude, but that's probably to be expected after an influx of new viewers. I introduced myself a couple of times, hoping to make a positive first impression. "Hello everyone, wow, this is crazy," I said, and not for the first time. I needed to stop acting surprised, and start acting interesting and charismatic and everything else a streamer needs to be. "It's so nice to meet you all. Oh wow, Simon, thank you. You're such a sweetheart. Hello everyone. My name is Imogen. I'm from Wales. I do crochet streams, and there's a link to my various stores in my bio if you like any of it. Let me show you guys everything."

I spent the next ten minutes going from one piece to the next, showing off the plushies and tote bags, blankets and babygrow, and all sorts of little crochet trinkets that could bring some colour and warmth to somebody's home. Simon was mostly a chess streamer, so hopefully people in the chess community love looking cute in a crochet beanie.

The rest of the stream was so invigorating. The numbers eventually dwindled, but so many people stuck around and it felt like a real kickstart into the next stage of my career. Kieran left partway through the madness, giving me a chance to test out my new be right back screen. I saw him to the front door, and thanked him profusely. Less than thirty minutes later he was in the chat, making an effort and refusing to accept any praise sent his way about the building of my new setup.

Cai got home about an hour after the stream came to an end. "Simon hosted my stream tonight. I got a new peak viewership, over 1400 viewers at once!" I said, ecstatic and desperate to share it with him. He was a little drunk, and barely seemed to take notice.

"Simon?" he asked, scoffing.

"Simon," I firmly repeated. "It was very kind of him."

"He's a knobhead, like his cousin," he said, walking past me and into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

"Why are you being such an arse?" I shouted after him.

"You don't know them like I do," he said.

"I know you though. I know you acted like a knobhead in the past, and wish you would stop acting like one in the present."

"I'm going to bed," he said, ignoring me.

I ignored him right back, and focused my mind on the feeling that tonight's stream had given me. It made me so unbelievably happy, and he wasn't going to take that feeling from me. I fell asleep so excited for the next one, with that sickly feeling still in my stomach.

**

Saturday 24th January, 2026

I often took weekends off, but had to ride the wave from the day before. My viewers peaked around 80, and averaged around 50. I spent the morning preparing orders after an influx came in the night before, and had boxed a couple dozen ready for shipment when the working week started.

Kieran was there from the start of the stream until the very end. He didn't chat throughout, but his username never left the viewer list. I kept an eye on it, always hoping it was there. When he chatted, he was attentive and interested. He asked about me, learning about my family and studies and a little more about all of my children.

Cai was hungover in his bedroom, and didn't even come down for dinner.

**

Sunday 25th January, 2026

I felt a little guilty. We were always talking about me. It was my stream, but the audience mattered too. I started asking more questions, trying to learn more about the people who cared to tune in. I wanted to build community with them, and to feel as if they were really a part of my life.

Kieran didn't show up until late, and apologised for being busy. I had the chance to ask about him, and learned some more details about his life.

I have a big sister

She's in her 40s though

My dad was 52 when I was born haha

My mum was his second marriage

"Is your sister older than your mother?" I asked. I had to know. I can be a nosey person at times.

Nope

But it's close

I found it pretty interesting. He was younger than one of his nieces, and his sister had kids born 20 years apart.

He was always more interested in my life though, and kept asking to know more about me, even going as far as to ask if there was another date on the horizon, all in front of so many strangers. "No more dates," I said, whether it was true or not. I only went on the last one because a friend set it up. Another viewer joked that going on dates must mean that I am single. I had to shut him down too.

Kieran messaged me privately after that.

It's smart to tell them you're single

Keeps the horny guys interested

They always donate the most

I never expected him to be so forward about that, but he was making sense. Making a living out of this meant turning myself into a brand, and a brand sells better if it seems attainable.

**

Monday 26th January, 2026

The numbers were dropping steadily since the host. I started to understand the stress that comes with being a content creator, and the feeling that you're always chasing approval. Hundreds of chess fans didn't simply fall in love with crochet overnight, but some seemed to have stuck around. I had to focus myself on the ones that stayed, and try to entertain them.

I streamed earlier today, because the real life boss from my virtual assistant work was away for a few days on holiday. Kieran arrived during the stream, and gave me a wave as he headed upstairs.

The sickly feeling was back in my stomach. It had been there over the weekend, but it was much stronger when he was there in person. I wasn't going to keep playing dumb about what that feeling was. I knew exactly what it was. He was turning me on. I don't know why. I don't think he was flirting. I certainly wasn't flirting back. I was horny all the same.

I felt guilty about it. It was weird for so many reasons. I wasn't sick. The feeling in my stomach wasn't illness, it was an ache. A feeling that wanted to be filled, and for some reason my body had chosen him.

I thought back to the car, with that guy who took me on a date. I kissed him, hoping it would spark something, praying that it would make me gush. It didn't. Kieran was sparking something inside me. I knew he could make me gush. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't flirting. He was a polite young man, filling in for a son that was letting me down. He still wanted to fuck me. Both could be true.

I found the cure for the ache in the shower. A showerhead between the legs always does the trick.

**

Tuesday 27th January, 2026

Kieran told me to ignore the weirdos in the comments. A few people were starting to ask inappropriate questions. Compliments are nice, but some of the questions were ridiculous. I pouted at the camera whenever a weird comment came through, knowing he was looking back. He kept messaging me privately, laughing about them. He would answer on my behalf sometimes to entertain me.

The big, recurring question was quite funny.

Booby streamer when?

I was already a booby streamer. A streamer with boobs, and nice ones too. That idiot was never going to see them.

Admittedly, there is more money in that.

**

Wednesday 28th January, 2026

"How was the stream?" Cai asked. I almost couldn't believe it.

"It was good, sweetie," I said, so grateful that he was showing interest.

"Any chance of becoming a partner?" he asked.

"I have applied," I said, knowing there were some targets that needed hitting to make it there. I couldn't remember exactly what those targets were. "It will be a while, but we'll get there. Followers and subscribers and everything else are way up. Just need to keep it consistent."

"That's great," he said.

"Do you want to make up for not helping me with building the new setup?" I asked.

Cai nodded dramatically. I think he was relieved to get an olive branch. "Definitely, what do you need?" he asked.

"I need a model for the stream on Friday," I said.

"Don't make me wear a poncho or anything like that," he said, forcing a laugh to show he wasn't completely serious.

"Nothing like that," I said, though that was an idea for the future. "I want to show off some techniques and guidance. I just need another pair of hands. I can't point things out when my hands are the only ones available and they're already being used. If you can just be an extra pair of hands for me and crochet some little teddies, it will be a big help. I can just pinpoint little details for people watching. You only need to make one little cute guy and you have experience with the tools."

"Yeah, that sounds fun," Cai said.

"Thank you, sweetie," I said, my heart swelling because he was making an effort and proving he cares. He didn't actually apologise first, but we'll ignore that part. I was just so excited to show him my new world and all my new friends.

**

Thursday 29th January, 2026

The stream was getting a little quieter, but it was still peaking around 30 viewers. A lot of the regulars were still around, and they were active, which was the most important thing. Kieran wasn't there though, which made it all a little bit less exciting.

Earlier in the day, partway through tutoring, he came downstairs and sat with me and helped me package some more sales from my store. I didn't even ask him why the tutoring was on pause. He came straight from the gym, after rushing there after college finished. He smelled like it, and that wasn't a bad thing. He wasn't as skinny as he looked, or maybe it's better to say he is skinny, but that came as a package deal with a toned body and lots of muscle. The kickboxing had done wonders for his legs, and he was wearing a small pair of shorts.

"How do you think it's been going?" Kieran asked, stuffing a little elephant into a box alongside a little handwritten thank you note that was sent with every purchase.

"The streaming?" I asked.

"Everything," he said.

"I think it's been amazing. I'm having a ball. I wish it could make me a millionaire but that doesn't seem likely. Crochet isn't for the weak. None of my other jobs have made me a millionaire either," I said.

"But this one is more fun," he said.

"Exactly."

"Have you ever thought about trying video games or anything like that?" he asked, leaving another unfinished package on the top of a growing pile. "More reach in that part of the industry."

"I'm not a gamer," I said.

"Not at all?"

"I wasn't raised on it," I said, giving him a genuine answer. "I play farm games on my phone."

"Maybe there's a big community for that. Do you play chess?" he asked.

"Unfortunately not. I have a huge chess contact as well. It would be great if he taught me," I joked.

"You should play around on some games one day. Just see if it catches a few more people," Kieran said.

"I'll think about it," I said, but it wouldn't take much thinking. "Maybe the booby streamer guy was right."

Kieran laughed, and shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, kinda," he said. "You should have banned that guy."

"You told me not to ban the horny ones," I said, laughing. "What do you mean by kinda?"

"I mean the game is the game. There's money in being pretty. One of my friend's girlfriends sells her nudes. My mate isn't buzzing about it, but she paid for their next holiday. Is it her fault that people want to see?" Kieran said.

"It's a weird industry, and it's getting weirder," I said.

"It's so easy to get started now. She was selling her pictures within a week of turning 18. She doesn't have her face in them."

"Yet," I said, and he nodded.

"Exactly. You want more money, you have to keep showing a little bit more."

"What do people want to see?" I asked. I was intrigued.

Kieran looked at me and smiled. "Let me show you," he said, before sitting at my dining room chair and asking for permission to play around on my computer. I sat next to him, and watched. He guided me to my account, and then clicked my most recent category. "There's two other girls who are on here consistently streaming crochet. This is the first one. She's conventionally attractive which helps, but do you see what else she has?"

"A big pair of titties," I said, watching the girl crocheting while her tits jiggled for the camera. "Have you been keeping an eye on my competition?"

"I was just wondering what you were up against," Keiran said, before switching to the second channel. Another pretty girl. Less boobs, but a whole lot of leg and a tiny pair of shorts. "They might be the sweetest girls in the world, who knows, but they're also pretty and they're flaunting it. If it keeps a few extra people around, maybe it's worth it."

"Well, point well made. Find a genie to turn me into a 22 year old again and we can try out the booby streamer route. Until then, it's just crochet," I said, and he chuckled.

"You're better off that way," he said, before doubling back. "Not that you couldn't pull it off."

"Yeah?" I said, looking into his eyes.

Kieran smiled. "Yeah," he said. My pussy gushed.

**

Friday 30th January, 2026

Cai forgot. He made other plans. It hurt, but it was hurting less because it's just who he is right now. I need to help him through it. I need to find something that breaks through to him. I just don't know what it is.

We argued, because even as you come to accept the pain and anger, it still comes as a surprise each time. I just wanted him to show that he loves me, and that my sweet boy was still inside there somewhere.

"Let me help you," I said desperately, following him down the stairs before he headed out. "I am trying my best to help you, son."

"You're not trying to help me," he argued, so defensive any time we ended up in this repetitive row.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. I didn't know what else to say. "The fighting has stopped. Your grades are up. You have a girlfriend, don't you?"

"I'm fine. I just have plans," he said, which was at odds with his previous statement.

"Tell me what's wrong, sweetie, please," I begged.

"You! Everyone!" he said, putting his shoes on as he yelled. "I am sick of everyone treating me like a dickhead. I'm a grown man. I don't want to help you with this cringeworthy midlife crisis stream bullshit. I am sick of spending every night with that knobhead who has been taking the piss out of me for two years. Why the fuck are you even letting him into the house?"

I didn't respond. I just left to hide in the kitchen, heartbroken and humiliated, and waited for him to leave. I couldn't believe how little he thought of me, but he had spelled it out with a vicious vengeance.

I delayed the stream for an hour and moped around, but eventually went live because it was the only thing that made me happy. I was a bit of a misery guts for the first half an hour, and some viewers could tell. I just told them it had been a long day.

Kieran joined the stream after a while, and asked where my son was. "He made other plans," I moped. We didn't get much chance to chat during their tutoring session earlier in the day. I was so relieved he was in the stream. I just felt more comfortable when he was around.

That's not right

"I know, I said.

You can still do your tutorial stream

"It doesn't work with one pair of hands," I said, and he made the type of offer that a person like him would make.

Do you want me to come back over?

I should have said no. I didn't need to be feeding my fantasies, especially when my emotions were high. "Are you sure?" I asked, because it was so hard to say no. "If you don't mind, that would be amazing."

Kieran knocked on the door about 25 minutes later. I left the stream to let him in and felt the ache immediately. It was crazy but uncontrollable. He laughed at me. "You're cute when you're mad," he said, before stepping inside. "Come on, time to teach me some crochet."

I followed after him, like he was in charge, and he was soon introduced as my special guest. The next hour was, in my mind, incredibly sexually charged. Every time we touched, it sent chills down my spine. I showed him my tools and all the basic techniques and then watched as he started to create his first plushy. I would step in when necessary to move his hands around and position them differently if he had slipped into previously corrected habits. His hands were a lot bigger than mine, so his grip was different.

It occasionally slipped my mind that there was a stream watching. I needed to explain to them what was happening, but at times it was like this was an intimate moment between us and no one else. He was so sweet and focused, trying his best to create something cute. We laughed together when comparing his elephant with my standard creation at the end. It was beyond imperfect, but that made it perfect in its own special way. He was charismatic with the audience as well, and we struck up a good rapport that was eventually rewarded with another host from his cousin.

"Seriously?" I said.

"It was his idea," Kieran said. I didn't believe him.

I was bouncing in my chair in excitement, and welcomed everyone in. There were over 1500 watching us at our peak, and notifications on my phone suggested so many more sales were going through. My heart was full. My pussy wanted to be filled.

"Look at that comment," I said a short while later, pointing it out to him and laughing. I was so pathetically desperate. He was surely seeing right through it. "Are you my boyfriend?"

"Not her boyfriend," Kieran answered the viewer. "I wish."

"Is that right?" I said.

Kieran was so matter of fact in his reply. "Yes. I wish," he said.

"He's too young for me," I giggled, trying not to linger on the burning look in his eyes. I looked back into the webcam, reading comments, but he didn't look away. I could see him in my periphery, and on the screen in front of me. He was almost panting.

He lowered himself in the frame, so only his face was on show, and then put his hand down on my leg. He gripped my thigh, squeezing firmly through my pyjama bottoms, and curling inwards. I gasped a little, and felt my cheeks heat up. My breathing suddenly felt so loud as he groped me just off camera. "Way too young," Kieran agreed, teasing me.

I could see the flush in my skin on camera. "Okay, uh," I said, just trying to fill the space and act natural. He stroked down my inner thigh and pulled my leg closer to him, opening them up in the process. Everything inside me was burning. I looked at him but he had looked away. "Probably no stream tomorrow. I don't usually stream on weekends," I said, answering questions. I didn't have any plans before. I might end up being pretty busy now. Kieran was going to be fucking me.

I couldn't believe it. It was so wrong, but my body yearned for him like nothing else. His age, the fact he was still a college student and the relationship he had with my son should have made this completely forbidden, but his hand was edging closer to my core and my stream was going to end. It had to end. There was an ache inside me and only he could fill it.

"I'm going to end the stream for today. My hands are getting a little- ah- sore," I said, as his fingers pressed into the damp folds between my legs. He could probably feel my wetness through two layers of fabric. He made me moan on stream. I was losing my mind. "I'll be around again after the weekend. Super excited to make some more plushies. I'm going to run a poll about which line should be started next. I think it will be between penguins, butterflies and beavers."

"I'm voting for penguins," Kieran said, while pinching my labia through soaked knickers and pyjama bottoms.

I ended the stream, before double and triple checking. His grip softened, and just returned to my thigh. He held on to me as the tension in the room continued to rise. "It's definitely off, isn't it?" I asked. I had never left my stream running by mistake, but it's a fear every streamer has. There would be no worse time for it than now. I closed every window and shut the whole computer down, just to be sure, and then took one last, sane breath and turned to him. "This is so bad. Kieran, it's so bad."

"I feel terrible about it," he said. I sighed and he patted his lap. I jumped up and climbed into it, straddling him on my dining room chair. My entire body became his, and the ache just started to ache more, all in anticipation of being filled up.

The euphoria of being worshipped by him was indescribable. He wasn't my usual type, not even close, and the guilt of giving myself to him made it feel all the better. He wanted every piece of me and he quickly took it, his hands groping my thighs, bum and then my tits, squeezing them forcefully through my sweater. I kissed him and he forced his tongue into my mouth, and only broke it to lift my top off of me, before unhooking my bra and burying his face in my chest. He licked and sucked on my nipples harshly, manipulating my breasts using his teeth and lips. I held onto him needily, revelling in the pleasure.

I could feel his hard dick against my crotch, and started to grind against it. "You're fucking unreal," he growled, before pulling my hair back so he could kiss my neck. He had his hands on a breast each, squeezing and bouncing them around with little decorum.

"Don't bite," I moaned, when his teeth touched the skin of my neck, and thankfully he listened.

"I was going to finger you on stream," he said, pinching one nipple so hard it made my thighs tense around his hips. I squirmed against him, and his tease continued. "Next time you don't end it, okay?"

"Okay," I said. Whatever would get me fucked quicker. He could make me say anything. He moved back to my chest, kneading and squeezing and kissing them all over. His age brought into question whether this was his first time, but it didn't feel like it. He was confident and sure of himself, and there had to be some experience in the way he was manhandling me.

He kissed me again, and he tasted so good. I loved the feeling of his tongue wrapping around mine, and the way he made me chase after him when he backed away. I was mewling for another kiss when he gave me a spank and started to peel himself away from me. He sat back in his chair and let his eyes wash over me. I felt sexy with him, but the long gaze dropping up and down my chest made me fidget nervously. "Imogen, you are gorgeous," he said, which settled those feelings. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

I could feel how much his dick wanted it. I wanted it so much more than that. "Please," I begged.

Kieran smiled at me mischievously, before lifting us both up off the chair, and dropping me back to my feet. He was strong, but a lot smaller than my usual type. That was more clear when we stood up, but it didn't matter one bit because the guy from the date was my type and he didn't make me feel like this. I was learning new and terrible things about myself, and though there was guilt, there was no shame.

We both undressed in a frantic rush, my eyes drawn to his cock as it sprang free and quickly found its way into my hand. I jerked him off, kissed him and then felt his hands on my bum. He jiggled my cheeks and spanked me, before lifting me up onto my dining room table alongside my computer. I parted my legs for him, and he grunted as he pressed his dick against my slit, sliding the head through my folds before holding himself tight against my opening. I felt more sensitive and tight than ever as he pushed inside me, loud moans escaping my lips as he filled me with his hard, 18-year-old cock.

"Oh my word," I said, my leg muscles tensing as he started to thrust into me. I was too delirious to remember how long it had been. I missed this feeling so much. The desire and the hunger, and the deep pleasure that filled my body as a man took me as his own. "Fucking hell, that's so good."

Kieran leaned over to kiss me as he fucked me. I had line of sight to my front door, and the potential return of my son, but it didn't make me rush or even care at all. I needed this more, and regret was for the morning after getting caught. I reached between our bodies to play with myself as he filled me up, his thrusting growing more desperate with each pass. He had definitely done this before.

He put his hands under my legs, and held on tight, using them to pull me back into every swing of his hips. I rocked back and forth on the dining room table, and we knocked over a few pieces of equipment as he fucked me. "You are so fucking sexy. Did you shave for me?" he asked. He was looking down between my legs.

"No," I said. I really hadn't, but it must have looked that way after a fresh trim.

"Grow it out for me," he said, making more promises that this wasn't a one time thing. It had to be. It really had to be. I had to control it, but this young man had me wrapped around his finger and there was no part of me that believed this would be a one night affair. I nodded, promising to grow my pubes for him. "Imogen, you really don't know how sexy you are, do you?"

I thought that I did, but he was making me feel even sexier. There was a part of me that would always be self-conscious, but he was driving his dick into those doubts and making me feel incredible.

I was just bigger than him. He had earlier peeled off his shirt to reveal a lean, muscular body, while my thighs were probably double the size of his. My stomach wasn't flat anymore, and it moved as he fucked me, but he didn't care. He loved everything about me, with no care in the world for the looser skin, the stretch marks or any wrinkles. My tits weren't as firm as they used to be, but he worshipped them, and he worshipped me.

He filled me up again and again, his cock feeling as if it was still growing inside me, and replaced my hand between my legs so that it was him teasing me there instead. He pinched and prodded my clitoris, making me writhe in pleasure. Everything was tingling, but he stopped using me just short of orgasm.

I moaned in despair while he laughed, and lifted me off the desk. "Imogen, get on your knees. Suck my dick. Suck my dick," he said, repeating the last instruction. His hand on my shoulder didn't seem to be asking. I wanted to be fucked so badly, but he filled the ache for a while. The least I could do was suck my juices off his dick.

I dropped to my knees between his legs as he sat down comfortably on my streaming chair, his naked and sweaty bum against the leather. His cock stood upright, twitching while it waited for me to grab hold. He wasn't huge, certainly not as big as my ex-husband had been, but he was pretty thick and that was my favourite. I took him in my hand and started to wank him off, watching the bulging crown peek out from his foreskin with each journey down his length. His balls were huge. I licked and sucked them first, burying my face in his musky smell and slathering my saliva all over them while his dick pulsed in my hand.

I licked up from his balls, dragging my tongue along the underside of his dick before reaching the head and wrapping my lips around it. Cleaning my own fluids off his dick was such a turn on. I could feel more of my juices still leaking onto the hardwood floor beneath my knees. I started to bob on his dick, feeling him pulse in my mouth and staring up at him like a doe-eyed slut as he grunted back in pleasure.

I rolled my tongue around the head, desperate for him to squirm just like me, and before long he did. He put his hand onto the side of my face and caressed my cheek, staring into my eyes and trying not to buck back against me as my tongue devoured him, lapping up every inch of the head and swirling in and out of his foreskin. I took him back into my mouth, and pushed deeper. I knew that I could take all of him, and quickly enveloped his entire length, sucking on him warmly, driven on by the desire on his face.

I pressed my nose into his thick, black pubes and felt his hand on the back of my head, keeping me there. I took a breather after holding him in the back of my mouth for thirty seconds while my tongue wrapped around his shaft over and over again. "Again," he said, guiding me back down his length, and we repeated a few more times until my saliva got sticky and his balls got stickier with the mess that was left behind. I licked that up, before he promised me my reward. "Bend over the table," he said. I jumped up and did as commanded, my hips just the right height for the desk. I pressed my boobs into the hard, cold wood of the table and parted my legs for him.

Kieran stepped in behind me, slapping his dick down on my bum cheeks, and then pressing his crown against my opening. I lifted up on my tiptoes, gasping for the ache to be filled up one last time. "Please, quickly," I said.

"He's not coming home just yet," Kieran said.

I wasn't talking about my son. I just wanted him to fuck me.

Kieran slid inside me, taking his time, and making me wait for a while before he went balls deep. I could feel his dick twitching inside me, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. He grabbed my hips, and started to fuck me. He was rough again, slamming into me and making our bodies clap. "It's crazy how tight you are," he said, which just made me gush more. I wanted to be perfect for him. My body was shaking with pleasure, and there were muscles that were only there to ache and spasm during orgasms that were aching for the first time in years.

"Please don't stop," I begged, needing more, and so close to ecstasy. "I need more. I need it harder."

Kieran fucked me harder, and spanked me a few times. My pussy convulsed until the ache deep inside me started to shatter, and an orgasm surged through my body. I reached for something to hold and squeeze and ended up with one of my sweet little plushies in my grasp. I could almost see the eyes popping out of its elephant head as my body shook in ecstasy and my knees buckled under the pressure. The sensations moved through my core and out to my limbs like electric shocks. Kieran held me up and kept plowing me until he arrived at his own peak.

I felt faint as he moaned in delight and started to come, filling me up with about half a load before pulling out and painting my back with the rest. It was the big load that his huge balls had promised to me. I loved the feeling of the jet-like ropes flooding my pussy and loved the feeling of his warm semen on my skin. He slipped his cock back inside me before it softened, and kept filling me up as his cum seeped out of me and onto the floor below. When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he fell back into my streaming chair and softly panted. I looked down under my body and watched his cum pool on the floor between my legs.

"My friends are at the party," Kieran said, his chest huffing. I stood up straight and turned around, resting my bum against the wooden table. His eyes returned to devouring me after he tossed his phone aside. "Cai is still there. I don't think he'll be leaving any time soon."

"You told your friends?" I asked.

"No," he said, and maybe he was telling the truth. "I just told them to keep an eye on them, because you were worried about him. I promise. If you give me half an hour, we can go again."

"We need to be careful," I said.

"We will," he promised again. "They will keep me updated. I want to fuck you again. One more?"

I took a breath, and finally dropped the little elephant plushie back on the table. "One more," I agreed, surrendering fully to my fate.

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