"M-mom?" you splutter, upon seeing your mother come through the door.
You'd been sitting in the living room, watching TV, when your mother burst through the door. Her radical changes had begun about three weeks ago, shortly after your mother had gone over to the house of your bully, Drew, to talk some sense into him.
First, her wardrobe changed. Gone were the sweaters and mom jeans, replaced with the sultriest, most revealing skin-tight dresses, skirts and halter tops. Gone were the sneakers and sandals, replaced by towering heels.
Next, she got rid of her natural brunette hair, replaced with a bleached blonde look that made her look like a the most stereotypical valley girl.
Still, despite the recent changes, you were totally unprepared for what now stands before you. Her lips look like they were stung by bees, as they're swollen up to look like little plump pillows, caked in lip gloss. And her tits... good lord! On her chest sit two silicone mounds the size of beach balls, which her new, slutty attire can't hope to reign in.
"Do you like the changes?" your mother asks cheerily. "I got them so that Drew might be more agreeable. I got him to stop bullying you, and we want to keep it that way, don't we?"
"I guess, Mommy," you glumly reply.
The truth is, Drew hasn't stopped bullying you. He still gives you swirlies in the toilet, makes you drink his piss, makes you do his homework, kicks your chair out from under you in class, and insults you in front of everyone - all the things he used to do too. Only now, he says he'll break every bone in your body unless you lie to your mother and tell her Drew is reformed. You believe the threat, so you comply.
And that's the other thing - three times a week, your mother goes over to Drew's house to "teach him manners," as she says. You pray that that's all that happens.
"I just came home to drop some things off," your mother tells you. "Drew's actually picking me up for his manners lesson today; he was out and about in this neck of the woods, and figured we might as well carpool.
"Oh! That must be him now," she says after hearing a car honk out in front of the home. "This lesson might go late. Don't wait up!"
Dejectedly, you go upstairs to your room after she scampers out the front door. You try to do anything to pass the time, and as the night passes by, you wonder just what type of manners lesson could take this long.
Shortly after midnight, the beams from a pair of headlights illuminate your room, indicating that a car has pulled into your driveway.
You look out your bedroom window and get a clear view of the front of the car. Drew is stretched back in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face. Your mother is bent over in the passenger seat, sucking on his mammoth cock. You know from experience, as he often makes you drink his piss, that Drew indeed has a gigantic tool. Soft, it's roughly eight inches long and very thick. Hard, it looks to be roughly a foot long and even thicker, though it's hard to tell for sure with your mother's mouth gliding over it.
This can't be happening, you think to yourself. He must be coercing her somehow.
You're scared, but you feel like you need to do something. You run outside, and fling the passenger side door open, startling both Drew and your mother.
"Mom, what the fuck?!" you whine.
Rather than look ashamed, your mother looks angry at you!
"Were you spying on us?" she shrieks. "And I told you not to wait up!"
You were so busy looking at your mother, you didn't notice what Drew was up to in the past few seconds. But you found out when a strong hand spun you around and shoved you against the side of the car. He managed to pull his pants up, but apparently didn't take the time to zip and button them, as his 12 inch, fully erect cock is sticking straight out.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing?" Drew bellows at you. "Didn't you ever learn how to respect your mother?!"
He punches you in the face. Hard. And then again. You only stay on your feet because he's propping you up. He punches you once more for good measure, blood now pouring out your nose, and tosses you onto the driveway.
You expect your mother to beg Drew to stop beating you, but what you hear next from her couldn't be farther from that expectation.
She moans sensually, and then cruelly calls out, "Oh yes, Drew! Kick his fucking ass!"
With you lying feebly on the ground, Drew gives you three hard kicks to the gut, and you feel like some ribs must've broken.
"Oh my god, baby, that was so hot!" she exclaims, stepping out of the car.
They stand directly over your prone body and begin passionately making out.
"You liked seeing a real alpha put a little wimp in his place?" Drew asked with a smirk.
"Mmmm, I did baby," your mom replies. "I didn't know that'd make me so fucking horny seeing you teach my pervert son a lesson."
"I can teach you some lessons too, you know," Drew confidently said.
"That sounds nice," your mother lustfully replied.
Effortlessly, Drew picked your mother up in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his muscular torso. He easily carried her into the house, with her peppering his face with kisses the entire way.
You remain on the ground for several minutes before finding the strength to lift yourself from the cement and limp inside. From your mother's room, you hear the loud sounds of unbelievable passion. The bed is banging against the wall with such force it sounds like it's being rammed into by a truck. And your mother is shrieking is ecstatic pleasure, lewd sound you didn't know your mother could make.
Harold was absolutely flabbergasted when he saw his sweet daughter Kristen walk through the front door. For most of her life, the girl had dressed rather plainly - jeans, loose fitting t-shirts, and the like. But at the start of her junior year of high school, Kristen tried out for and made the cheerleading squad after she was encouraged to join by her PE teacher. Shortly afterward, she started dating Quintavious, a hulking black football player. Although only a junior himself, Quintavious was 6'8 and as wide as a refrigerator. What's more, Harold was sure he'd seen a bulge that looked like an extra long and thick kielbasa sausage in the boy's sweatpants. Shortly thereafter, Kristen underwent a dramatic change. Gone were the natural facial features. Now, she caked her face with sultry makeup and covered her lips in shiny lip gloss. Gone were the sensible sneakers and sandals. In their place were the most ridiculously high heels imaginable. And as for her clothes -gone were the modest jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies. In their place were tight dresses and short skirts designed to reveal as much skin as possible. On this particular day, she burst through the front door, with Quintavius behind her, his hand resting on her ass. He guided Harold's scantily clad daughter to her bedroom. No sooner did the door close than Harold heard loud, wet kissing noises and moans coming from the bedroom
After taking photos of his 16 year old daughter Kitty in her ridiculously skimpy prom dress, John rushed into the bathroom to jerk off to the thought of Kitty being pounded by her 14 year old black boyfriend, Tamir. Although Tamir was more than 30 years younger than John, his foot-long cock was 4 times larger than John's pitiful 3 inch pecker. And while John couldn't last more than a couple minutes in the sack before being spent for the rest of the night, Tamir could pound Kitty's pussy for hours and then be ready for round 2 after oral ministrations from Kitty coaxed his black Python to full strength.
Although John was humiliated and embarrassed by his inferiority compared to a young teen, it also turned him on incredibly. John pictured Tamir grabbing and lifting Kitty by her ass cheeks, Kitty wrapping her delicate legs around Tamir's torso, and Tamir pounding his daughter in a standing position. After just a few pumps on his dick, John shot his load into the toilet. Composing himself, John walked out of the bathroom just in time to hear a car honk from the street.
"Tamir's here! Bye Daddy," Kitty yelled, running out the door.
John watched her sidle into the passenger seat of Tamir's sedan. Her hands fumbled with something for a little bit, and then her head descended into Tamir's lap as he drove away.
