The front door slammed open and there he was, Derek, my sons eighteen-year-old tormentor, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders and that cocky smirk. I knew I should have slammed it shut, but my body froze, heat already pooling between my thighs. He stepped inside without asking, eyes raking over my tank top and shorts.
Mrs.
Harlan, he said, voice low and rough. We need to talk about what happens if I keep beating the shit out of your boy.
I swallowed. Get out.
He laughed once, kicked the door closed, and grabbed my wrist. Or what? You gonna tell someone? Go ahead. Ill just tell them how wet your pussy gets when Im near you.
My face burned, but my nipples tightened under the thin cotton. He yanked me against him, his hard cock pressing into my stomach through his jeans. Feel that? Thats what your sons bully is gonna stuff inside you.
I should have fought. Instead my hand reached down and squeezed his thick shaft. Derek groaned, spun me around, and bent me over the kitchen table. My shorts and panties were ripped down in one rough tug. Cool air hit my bare ass and dripping cunt.
Fuck, look at that wet hole, he growled, slapping my ass hard enough to make it sting. Youve been thinking about this, havent you?
Two thick fingers shoved straight into me, pumping fast and deep. I moaned loud, pushing back onto his hand. He finger-fucked me until I was dripping down my thighs, then pulled out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. I cried out as he stretched me open, balls-deep on the first stroke.
Derek fucked like he foughtbrutal, relentless, no mercy. The table scraped across the floor with every slam of his hips. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me back onto his cock while he called me a dirty mom who wanted her sons bully to wreck her. I came hard, pussy clenching around him, but he didnt stop. He flipped me onto my back, yanked my top up, and sucked my nipples while he kept pounding.
Tell me you want my load, he demanded, thumb on my clit.
I want it, I gasped. Fill me up.
He pulled out, dragged me to my knees, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I tasted myself on him as he fucked my throat, then pulled back and painted my tits and face with thick ropes of cum. I licked what I could reach, swallowing every drop I could get.
Derek left an hour later, but he came back the next day. And the next. Each time rougher, dirtier, until the only thing I looked forward to was my sons bully walking through the door to use me again.
