Fiction - "Conflicted"

[cuckold_son]

Hi, I've lurked here for a while but I've written a story that I wanted to post. It's POV from a cheating wife and mother but it focuses more on how she's betraying her son by sleeping with his bully. I realise this might not be for everyone so be aware before you read!

Thanks, Cuckson!

Chapter 1: She’s a Complete Cock-Sucker

Leslie sat at the back of the class, watching as Mark got screamed at by the teacher. She focused on this more intently than any of the other students because, though she hated to admit it, she found his abrasive and often aggressive nature very attractive. They were teenagers, but his muscles were already well developed and his body was solid. Like the plenty of times before when such a scene occurred, she found herself getting aroused watching him argue away.

Just over two and half decades later, Lewis was walking down one of the school’s corridor when a firm shove from behind made him slip and nearly fall flat on his face. He stood up from his position on all fours and turned round to face his attacker, already knowing it was Stuart. Bracing for impact, Lewis rolled with the punch to his lower chest, delivered effectively by Stuart. He let the well-built boy walk by not even slightly protesting. Stuart dealt Lewis one more utterly unprovoked punch to the face before leaving. Physically and mentally bruised, Lewis timidly walked to the bus stop and got a bus home.

"Lewis?! What happened?" asked Leslie, seeing the bruise forming on Lewis's right eye.

"Oh, um, nothing Mum, I, uh, just walked into a door."

Leslie didn't believe her son for a second, and his stifled, but very obvious, sob between 'a' and 'door' just reinforced her concern.

"Lewis, tell me what happened. Please."

"It, it was, it was Stuart. Again."

"Again? I'm sorry Lewis, you know I have to talk to his parents this time. This is too far, the school obviously has not handled it, I have to deal with this, you boys are in the last year of high school and this is no way for young adults to behave."

Leslie called around a few of the other parents from school and found Stuart's home address. She intended to speak to Stuart's parents in person, as she was sick of how out of hand this bullying had become. While furious at the boy Stuart, a little part of Leslie was annoyed at Lewis for not being able to sort out his own problems. She really didn't expect at his age to have to talk to his bully's parents and complain to the school.

However, she knew he was his father's son, who was brilliantly clever, but a little bit of a pushover both physically and mentally. Malcolm, Lewis's father, was in fact quite the opposite of all Leslie's teenage crushes. She had always been shy and timid at school so she never managed to get the attention of any of the arrogant jock-types. By the time her confidence caught up with her late-blooming looks she had ended up with Malcolm. She always felt it was for the best though, settling down with him because when she checked up on her old fancies she found most of them hadn't made much of their lives. Mark, the boy she had been obsessed with for three years in school, had turned out to still be living at home until 35, at which time he secured a job at the local supermarket as a clerk. He still had a good body though from what she last remembered.

Leslie buttoned up a long black coat over her slender 44 year old body, pulling her shoulder-length wavy brown hair out from the collar. It was a mild October evening but she still put on a pair of gloves before heading out the front door. Before starting up the Lexus, Leslie checked her face in the rear-view mirror. Her hazel eyes gazed back at her as she turned her face to examine her thin nose and well-shaped lips. She snapped herself out of the subconscious action remembering where she was going and then turned the key in the ignition.

The on-board sat-nav directed Leslie to outside the Warren household, indicating her arrival with a ping, followed by a computer simulated voice. Taking a minute to make sure she was composed, Leslie stepped out the car and clicked up the concrete driveway in black heels. She folded her arms over as a gust of wind briefly chilled her, especially her bare legs.

Leslie rang the doorbell and returned her arms to the folded position, subconsciously sending out an unfriendly signal to whoever opened the door. She waited a few seconds and then realised the driveway was empty meaning there was probably no one in. As she was about to turn away, even angrier than when she arrived, she heard some footsteps from inside.

Leslie heard the jingle of keys and the door unlocked and swung open. Greeting her was a teenage boy dressed in a t-shirt and slightly loose jeans. It struck her straight away how much this boy reminded her of Mark. The muscular build, especially around the pectorals, pleasantly messy dark hair, strong chin, all the traits that attracted her to Mark when they were young and this boy also had the benefit of brown eyes, which she preferred to Mark's blue ones; these eyes were more masculine.

"Hello, can I help you?" The boy questioned when Leslie had been silent for a couple of seconds. His tone was slightly rude and voice a bit rough, again analogous to Mark.

"Yes, sorry," said Leslie, quite pleasantly, she had even unfolded her arms, "I am looking for either Mr or Mrs Warren, I am Leslie Watkins."

"Oh right, well I'm Stuart, my mum's out just now and Dad doesn't live here. Mum's actually gone to see him. She said something about back in two hours or something, I dunno."

At this revelation that this was Stuart, Leslie stiffened up a little, and looked sternly at Stuart. In her heels she was only 5 ft 9 and Stuart looked to be around 6 ft but, nevertheless, Leslie looked quite intimidating.

"Ah… well. I have actually come to talk to your parents about you. Do you mind if I come in?"

"Uh, sure?"

The pair walked through the hallway and took a right into a living room, both looked a little untidy and the carpets definitely hadn't been vacuumed in a while. Leslie sat down on a two-seater couch while Stuart perched on the arm rest of an arm chair facing her. Leslie crossed her legs and was made aware that quite a lot of her thigh was on show by a darting glace by Stuart’s eyes. She pulled on the skirt she wore beneath her coat but as it only came to mid-thigh when she was standing, it didn't help much.

"So, um, what's the problem then, uh, Lisa?"

"It's Leslie, but you can call me Mrs. Watkins."

"Oh wait… Watkins… you aren't Lewis's Mum are you?"

"Yes, in fact I am, and from your reaction I guess you know why I am here. I am aware that you are verbally and physically abusing my son and I really wanted to bring it to your parents' attention but I suppose I'll have to settle for talking to you about this."

"Yeah, well my parents are separated, that's why Mum's out they're discussing divorce or some shit, Mrs Watkins." He made a point of stressing her name before continuing, "As for Lewis, that's a lot of bullcrap, sorry to say it."

"Well, he came home with a bruise today and he says you punched him."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's all just banter, didn't realise he couldn't take it did I? Look, how's about this, I'll lay of your son if you just leave my parents out of this? They've got enough to deal with, yeah. That sound do-able?"

"It's that simple is it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's cool, it's cool. Do I really look like a bad guy? I didn't realise he was troubled."

"Well I'm glad we've cleared up that misunderstanding," said Leslie, thinking to herself that Stuart could really talk a lot of rubbish but she maintained a polite smile as long as Stuart was being friendly.

Stuart opened the front door for Leslie and held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs Watkins, sorry it was in such bad circumstances," said Stuart as Leslie accepted his handshake; this time his 'Mrs Watkins' had seemed much more genuine. Inexplicably, Leslie lent in and kissed Stuart on the cheek. The smell of aftershave pleasantly lingered in her nose for a second.

Rolling with this, to avoid awkwardness, she very honestly said, "You too and I'm sorry about your mum and dad." She patted his upper arm and felt strong biceps, making herself slightly tingle.

"It's cool, it's cool, see you about."

Getting back into the car Leslie found herself getting very horny. She told herself it was the reminder of Mark that was setting her off but as she drove away she noticed a set of brown eyes gazing at her in her fantasy.

It was Thursday evening and it had been two days since Leslie visited Stuart. Leslie was watching television; she worked a decent paying job at a bank but her hours were quite short, working from nine in the morning until two in the afternoon so that she could be at home when her kids arrived. Katie arrived first, dropped off by the school bus; since she was younger she finished school half an hour before her brother. The mother and daughter watched the telly until the door opened again. Leslie heard her eldest walk into the hallway and she went to greet him.

"Lewis… why are you limping?" she quizzed him immediately noticing his awkward gait.

"Oh, I," Lewis paused, "I, er, got hurt."

"How?"

"Just fell"

"Lewis, I'm not stupid. Don’t lie to me!"

She didn't even wait to get confirmation that Lewis had indeed been physically hurt by his bully rather than, as he said, falling over. Leslie rushed up stairs and then, without questioning her own actions, removed the suit she had worn to work so she could change into a shorter dress.

Believing it to be the right choice, she removed her tights as she vaguely thought they may clash with the tight blue dress she had donned for the occasion. Half thinking, she deemed the dress, which left her upper bosom, arms and everything below her upper thigh bare, suitable to wear for confronting her son's bully once again.

Truth was she hadn't actually realised what she was wearing, she was just thinking about what she was going to say to Stuart and whichever of his parents were around. However, it wasn't in the same way as last time she went there, there was almost a tinge of schoolgirl anticipation this time round, rather than just the pure anger of last time. Before leaving, she told her son to look after his little sister then furiously shut the front door.

The bell at the Warren household rung three times in rapid succession as Leslie assaulted it. After a few seconds, Stuart opened the door and looked a little confused.

"Uh, hello Mrs Watkins," greeted Stuart, his eyes darting down to see Leslie's legs, which were once again presented bare and in high heels.

"Where is your mother?"

"She's gone to Bristol, to visit my aunt for the weekend. I'm supposed to stay with my dad, but I told him it's boring at his, so I'm staying here."

"Go, sit, inside."

For second it looked like Stuart was about to argue but then he complied and they found themselves once again in the living room, facing each other.

"You told me you were going to, in your words, 'lay off my son'."

"Hey, Mrs Watkins, he started it."

"I don't believe that for a second. He came home limping."

"Look he got offended when I said you came to visit and that I thought you were fit."

"Fit? Well whatever you mean by that,” she retorted, knowing exactly what it meant, “it sounds like you started it."

"Fit. You know hot, sexy. He didn't seem to like the idea of you being attractive. So yeah he started insulting me. I, may, have kicked him."

"You think I'm sexy?” she repeated, trying to sound indignant but realising she sounded flattered, which she refused to admit she was. Quickly, she adopted a more hostile tone and continued, “I mean you kicked him?!" To reinforce her second statement, Leslie stood up and looked aggressive. In response, Stuart rose to his feet but, despite his extra height on her, he looked a little unnerved.

"Yeah, I mean look at those legs, you are a stunner. It's just unfortunate your son can't accept that and had to get a few bruises for it."

Leslie’s mind wandered back to one of the only ‘cool parties’ she had got invited to. Mark’s best friend was seeing Olivia, Leslie’s friend, and so she tagged along. Olivia had heard Leslie yammer on about Mark for months at this point so, a little drunk, Olivia tried to drop it into conversation with Mark. They were in the kitchen and Leslie had been listening from just outside the door.

“I suppose she’s fit,” said Mark, unaware how desperately Leslie had wanted him to say something like that about her, “bit quiet though. She’s here somewhere isn’t she?”

She strode in with the intention of seducing him but realised she had no idea how to seduce someone. She bottled it and pretended she wanted something from the fridge. Mark and Ellie kissed that night and went on to have an eight month relationship. Leslie snapped out of her trip down memory and looked at Stuart. Not too quiet this time. Leslie unbuttoned her coat, strode forward, directly for Stuart. He was completely taken aback and stood like a rabbit in headlights. Leslie's coat tumbled to the floor as she full force shoved Stuart onto the arm chair he was standing in front of. In what to him must have been the most unexpected action he could have imagined, her lips parted and found home on Stuart's. All the aggression and anger she had towards him had turned into passion, fuelled by desire and lust. Leaning on the seated Stuart, Leslie attacked Stuart's tongue viciously, stroking and sucking it. After a sufficient moment of confusion he reciprocated in equal vigour.

"Where's your bedroom. Take me to your bed. Fuck me. I want to be fucked."

Leslie stressed the word ‘fuck’ both times she said it, as if the curse word made her desire for sex with her son's bully even more prohibited. Stuart stood up and Leslie grasped his hand. The decades that separated them in age became inconsequential as both lusted after each other; Leslie every much the horny teenager as her lover-to-be. They climbed the stairs to the upper floor and turned right into Stuart's bedroom. Leslie saw the single bed and immediately protested.

"No, I want a double bed," she said with force, shoving Stuart against his door frame to briefly tongue with him again.

"Take me to your Mum's bed." She paused between some words to kiss the boy's lips. She had fantasised and masturbated every night religiously for months after that party, imagining Mark throwing her onto a huge bed, thrusting his cock into her mouth and telling everyone that she was the best cock-sucker in the school, not that bitch Ellie. In her fantasy, Mark and Leslie then fucked all night long, filling Leslie with cum until they passed out.

Without responding he led her into the room next door where, with so much pent up lust and sexual desire she knew now was the time to make that fantasy real and she threw Stuart onto his mother's bed with a forceful push. Stuart used his shoulders to shimmy a little further up the bed before his middle-aged mother-of-two lover pounced upon him. Legs placed so that her shins were on either side of his thighs, her bottom slightly in the air, her chest leaning on his, she enthusiastically kissed him. Her body gently slid up and down over his to the rhythm of their tongues in each other’s mouths. Her hands moved down from messing with his hair to rest on his waist as she pulled away from the kiss. Sitting up, still looking seductive, she rapidly undid his jeans' button and unzipped the fly. Leslie slid down off the bed, always facing her much younger lover, pulling his trousers down to his knees. In a desperate flash, she pulled off Stuart's socks and tugged down his boxers, instantly freeing an impressive erection. While not anything special either in length or girth, it made Leslie please to illicit such a response from a boy in his sexual prime. Without removing his garments fully, as she was entranced by Stuart's cock, she dived for the hard-on, mouth first.

The dick entered her lips and Stuart's bell-end touched the very back of Leslie's throat before she slightly gagged and had to retract. She sucked his foreskin back over the pink head of the penis before grasping the moist shaft in her right hand. Feeling her saliva in the palm of her hand excited Leslie as she pumped the dick rapidly a few times. Pulling her lips over her teeth, Leslie firmly bit on the bottom of Stuart's scrotum, and pulled back, stretching out the skin. She seamlessly darted for the left testicle sucking it into her mouth. She licked the skin of his ball bag as the ball resided inside her mouth. As she transitioned to the other testicle Leslie reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, pulling it downwards, exposing her bare chest. By the time the dress had made its way under the kneeling knees of Leslie, she had taken the other bollock into her mouth. It only then occurred to her that for some reason all she had worn to the Warren household in the way of underwear was a black lacy thong, which was now her only item of clothing she still had on, bar her shoes.

Her body had been well maintained over its four decades, but it inevitably displayed its age in certain places. Her breasts had been enlarged from breastfeeding her children, but were now a slightly sagged flatter shape rather than the perky tear-drops of their youth. However, they still had quite a few years to go before they became unattractive. Her stomach had been perfectly flat in the past, but two child-births and a slowing metabolism had left her with a small curve over belly but this actually served to compliment her curvy hips. The only debatably unattractive features of her body were the stretch marks which crawled along the bottom of her abdomen. Leslie only trimmed her pubic hair, to keep it from becoming unruly, so still much of it was visible beyond the sides of her thong, and a few hairs out of the top; a good 20% of it was already grey or in the process of greying. The only signs of aging visible to Stuart, who was still on the bed, was some over-freckling on Leslie's shoulders and arms, which had been sustained from many holidays to exotic locations, and some wrinkling in her skin around the eyes and mouth. Her ‘ugly duckling’ childhood had motivated her to go to the gym, watch what she ate and take care with her appearance and right now all that paid off because despite obviously being a woman in her 40s she was still damn hot enough to make a young, virile teenager hard as iron.

Leslie pushed Stuart's cock against his stomach and licked up and down the entirety of the shaft and scrotum twice. She wanted to make sure that every part of his beautiful and rigid member had been duly attended to by her lips and tongue. She pulled off his jeans and pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. Stuart responded by pulling off his t-shirt as Leslie took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could comfortably accommodate. Still gently holding the immobile shaft in her mouth Leslie reached down with her right hand to pull her thong down to meet her heels and then used both hands to pull off the pants, eventually holding the thin string between her right thumb and index finger.
Leslie brought her small underwear up above the bed, to her head level, and made a show of tossing them into the far right corner of the room. Now naked except her high-heeled blue shoes, which consisted only of a strap above her toes and behind the heel, she bobbed her head up and down the shaft of the teenager.

This was the first blowjob she’d given in weeks. Probably the longest she’d given in a year. Her jaw started to feel the strain when she felt Stuart’s hand on the back of her head. Her husband had done that a few times relatively early in their sex life and she had scolded him pretty harshly for it. She didn’t like him being gruff and in control when she was doing something as intimate as allowing him to let his sex organ into her mouth. When her husband grabbed the back of her head during a blowjob it felt like he was saying that he was more bothered about getting sucked-off than making sure they both enjoyed the physical intimacy. That’s exactly how it felt now too… so naturally Leslie felt a little guilty for liking the fact his right hand was now firmly grasping the nape of her neck and his left hand had a log of her hair wrapped round it tightly until his hand was resting on the top of her scalp. He began to thrust forward with his hips as he pulled her head towards his pelvis, each stroke going from the middle of his shaft to near the base and threatening to make her cough violently. She fought her gag reflex every time his bell-end pushed against the back of her tongue, actually relishing in her rough treatment. She supposed this is exactly why she was in this position; this was raw lust for her. She didn’t want a boyfriend or a husband from this ruffian; she wanted to be taken control of, dominated and used. She just wanted to be his toy.
She nervously had both hands resting on his hips, occasionally pushing back against his forceful thrusts but for the most part she just went with his rhythm. Spittle glistened on her chin and along the shaft, somewhat helping to lubricate the forceful strides but Leslie was delicately balancing on the edge of gagging or retching for at least two minutes. That’s when she felt the warm, salty splatter of sperm furiously splurging into her throat, nearly bypassing her whole mouth. She managed to swallow about half of the thick goop from the first ejaculation but her instinctive reaction was to push away. Stuart held her tighter for a few seconds but eventually released his grip and she gratefully felt the thick, sloppy waning cock pull from her mouth. She gasped for air but tasted cum, causing her to cough out a viscous helping down her chin and all down her left breast. As she panted desperately, Stuart had been showering her hair and forehead with whatever remaining watery spunk he could manage to dribble from his spent erection. Regaining her poise, Leslie slid her hand under his and delicately massaged his cock between intervals of swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip, doing so with the grace of someone sipping a glass of Merlot at dinner as if she was trying to deny she ever had been inelegantly coughing sperm upon herself.

“Give me a couple of minutes, so I can get hard again. Then I can fuck you,” said Stuart. Leslie was panting as she got to her feet. She tottered on her heels for a second as she was a little dizzy from her oral pounding. Whilst she had really enjoyed being treated so roughly it had sapped her energy. Without answering she slowly strolled to the bathroom and inspected her face. Cum and saliva hung from her chin and her hair was a knotted bush, glistening with globs of spunk splattered throughout. She washed her face and untangled her hair and managed to go from looking like she’d just had an orgy in a hedge to about presentable in 5 minutes. She quickly gargled some tap water and stepped out into the corridor.

“Ready to go, you dirty slut?” asked Stuart. Part of Leslie was further aroused by his attempt to degrade her; the same part that enjoyed his rough blowjob, but she also cringed a little bit; his awkward line just highlighted how immature he was. As if he could sense her hesitation, he stepped forward and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated but didn’t react any further than kisses until he moved her hand with his until it was grasping his re-invigorated erection.

“You’re the only girl who’s got to the end of a blowjob and swallowed my cum,” he panted at her as she stroked him and kissed his neck.

“Aren’t I special then,” she replied, at first a little proud but then she thought she was competing with younger women who lacked her sexual experience; it may not be diverse but she had been having sex since before most of them were born.

“Well I think you’ve earned having my dick inside here,” he said, again making her momentarily cringe, before she gasped as two fingers roughly pushed their way inside her pussy. There wasn’t a great deal of finesse with his motions but he was getting the job done. She had already been wet from earlier so Stuart was able to thrust his fingers in and out pretty rapidly. It was more akin to a pneumatic drill than a massage but his fingers, intentionally or not she didn’t care, were brushing her g-spot and sending tingles along her spine.

“Yeah baby, let’s get on the bed so I can really ram you.”

The line that he had clearly lifted from a cheap porno brought her back to reality and she realised she needed to get home. The word ‘ram’ also slightly scared her. She couldn’t deny the existence of that part of her that wanted to be used like a toy as it was now crying out for her to submit her whole body to him but the more sensible part, for the first time this evening, was winning. ‘Time to go’ it said whilst reminding her what a state she looked after just a blowjob with Stuart. She felt a couple of salty fingers enter her mouth and she realised as she was distracted she’d allowed Stuart to feed her her own love juices. She rolled with it, horny enough to indulge him even further by licking her lips after he had pulled out his fingers.

“I should go now.” She kissed him delicately on the lips and then walked into the bedroom to get her clothes. As she pulled on her dress he grabbed her hand and tried to stop her zipping it up.

“Come on you slut,” he said aggressively.

Leslie rolled her eyes before responding, “Let’s stick with Leslie for now and, as I said, I have to go home. My family will get suspicious.”

“So that’s us done?” asked Stuart, unable to completely hide his disappointment.

“Just for today,” she replied, “you haven’t even… rammed me yet.”

Stuart pulled on his jeans and retrieved his phone from his pocket. “So, we swap numbers then? We have sex and I lay off Lewis?”

“I’m not a fucking prostitute. I’ll have sex with you because I want to and I want you,” she paused to jab her finger at his chest, “to stop harassing my son, regardless of what is going on between you and me.”

“So does that mean you’d have sex with me regardless of what’s happening between me and Lewis?”

While she contemplated his logic, Leslie rescued her thong from down the side of the bed and then perched herself on the bed so she could slip it back on. Pants back on, she shimmied her dress back down over her hips and responded, “I suppose so,” she paused again to find a loophole to his argument without trying to sound like she was offering him sex for a respite for Lewis, “However, the happier I am with you the better the sex will be. So it’s up to you…”

“I see your point… but if I didn’t give Lewis a few scrapes here and there then you’d never have any excuses to come round.”

“Don’t you even fucking joke about that,” she reprimanded before taking his phone from his hand and replacing it with hers, “phone number and you better keep all of this secret.”

“No can do, definitely going to tell Lewis you sucked me off. And if I ever have sex with someone as sexy as you, there’s no way I’m not bragging to my mates about it.”

“I suppose I should be flattered. Luckily no one is going to believe you,” she shook her head and handed back his phone. She took hers and looked in ‘contacts’. “You put your real name?”

“Yeah, what did you put?” he replied, sounding confused.

“FW. F for my middle initial and W for my last.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at her. She waited a few seconds and continued,

“Right… well, I suppose I’ll see you later.” She gave him an awkward hug and then an uncomfortable silence followed them to the front door. Leslie leant in and brushed her lips against his cheeks. She hesitated then went for his lips and gave him a proper passionate kiss.

After a few seconds she pulled away and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to finger myself so hard thinking about what we’re going to do next time I see you.”

She drove half way to her house before parking in a side street. She looked out each window twice before she hiked her dress up and slid off her thong. She spread her legs as far as she could and then lowered the back of her seat as far as it would go. She was so wet she didn’t need any warm up. The middle and ring fingers of her left hand went all the way inside her and started massaging her g-spot whilst her index finger gently circled her clit. In her head Stuart threw her forward onto the bed, face-first and grabbed both her hips. She tried to get up onto her hands but he started pummelling her so hard that she fell forward again.

She didn’t masturbate often but when she did she thought about her husband making love to her gently, which included lots of caressing and kissing. It had been years since she touched herself so furiously over an alpha-male type roughly pounding into her. She thought about Stuart calling her a slut and recalled how he didn’t care at all for her discomfort when thrusting into her mouth. The thought ‘I’m just his toy and he wants to use me and dominate me’ rushed through her head before she satiated herself. Her gasps subsided and faded back into reality. She inhaled the smell of sex and looked at the slick, sticky patch on the seat cover between her legs. As she fetched some tissues from her handbag she forced everything to the back of her mind and practised the small talk she was going to make to her family, all the people she’d just betrayed, as she drove home.

[allengt]

Welcome to the forum.

[mathuranjali]

Great story!

[cuckold_son]

Chapter 2: He’s a Total Mother-Fucker

“What the hell happened this time?” demanded Leslie, looking at her son. Lewis was in his sports’ kit, so she could see a long fresh graze covering the length of his outer left leg between the knee and ankle.

“What do you mean?” he replied, with a look of bewilderment on his face.

“Your leg… what happened,” she continued to interrogate.

“Playing sport I got tackled… it happens sometimes.”

“Was it him?” she asked, instantly feeling a huge wave of guilt when she realised she wanted him to say yes.

“Who? Stuart? Well actually yes, but I’m pretty sure it was just coincidence. It’s not like he’d wait to find an excuse if he really wanted to…” he trailed off sounding a little ashamed.

Anger drove lust, which made her feel guilty, which made her angrier, which made her more passionate. She could feel the internal self-perpetuating cycle making her hornier and she knew she wanted to go to Stuart. She focused on making herself believe it was to chastise Stuart, to control her guilt and allow her blissful arousal to take over. She rushed to her bedroom with as much composure as she could maintain and shut the door, enthusiastically undressing. Just in her underwear, she pulled a few of her more daring dresses onto the bed and eyed them up before fetching her phone from her handbag. She texted Stuart saying nothing more than ‘you alone?’ to which she received a prompt, ‘yup’.

She was about to don her strapless red dress; it was form-fitting but relatively modest in the amount of skin it covered, when a second text arrived which said only, ‘see you soon’. She tutted at Stuart’s arrogance but she also knew she was about to reward it, especially as she laid eyes on her low-cut silver-grey dress. Previously, she would never have considered wearing it on its own; its scoop neck and high hem always meant she wore it with a tank top and thick leggings, but now she felt taboo and kinky. Intentionally denying herself time to second-guess the decision, she slipped off her pants and unclasped her bra before watching herself in the mirror as she donned the dress. She grabbed a pair of silver stilettos and was in the process of putting them on when she heard some feet on the way up the stairs. She quickly grabbed a coat long enough to hide what she was wearing, just as the door knocked and she heard Lewis ask for her.

Knocking her shoes under the bed, she rushed to answer the door, keen to turf Lewis away quickly so she could get to Stuart’s. She spoke briskly but politely, “Hey honey. What do you want?” She saw his leg, which he presented slightly forward, and she immediately remembered why she needed to go to Stuart’s. Now shameful, she crossed her legs subconsciously, psychologically trying to feel more covered.

“Just need to wash my leg, Mum. Where is the antiseptic cream?”

“In the bathroom, where it always is,” she replied, surprised by her own annoyed tone. She actually felt annoyed that he had spoilt her mood. Her tunnel vision that had focussed her on Stuart and Stuart alone had absorbed her like the days of Mark and her schoolgirl crush.

Lewis didn’t go to the bathroom but instead he slowly began to speak, “Mum, you don’t have to go see…”

“Don’t start with me,” she interjected, genuinely fearful he might convince her not to go and also very aware that her excited desperation to see her new lover was perched precariously on the edge of a well of guilt. She went to her bed and looked over to see her son had left the threshold and entered the bathroom. Leslie grabbed her shoes and left the house at a quick pace.

Leslie had kept her coat on, just in case Stuart’s mum had returned or there were any neighbours looking at the Warren household just then. As soon as Stuart opened the door, Leslie stepped into the house and shut the door violently. Her coat was flung across the hallway just before she pinned Stuart to the wall and started to furiously and passionately kiss him, just stopping to pant, “Alone?”

As soon as Stuart nodded, Leslie took his hand and started running towards the stairs. They briefly stopped on the landing to kiss but Leslie was truly desperate to have sex. She started leading him towards his mother’s bedroom. Stuart stopped her, the sudden action causing her to stumble backwards. She locked lips with him and they kissed for a few seconds before he pulled away, “I really can’t be arsed to change my Mum’s sheets again. Plus it made her really suspicious.”

She thought about how she’d feel if Lewis had sex on her bed and then a pang of guilt gripped her as she remember what her priority for being her was supposed to be. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and swiftly darted round Stuart towards his room, uninterested in prolonging a discussion that might draw up inconvenient emotions. She bounced backwards on to the bed and sat on the side facing her son’s bully. She parted her legs and sorted the scoop neck of her dress so that it revealed as much cleavage as possible.

Stuart knelt in front of Leslie and slid his hand up to her soaked pussy. The moment she felt his fingers against her clit, she exhaled and spoke, “No underwear to slow us down.”

“Dirty slut.”

“Exactly, so hurry up and fuck me. I need to get back soon and I’m already so ready to go.” She thought about the scolding Malcolm would have gotten if he just tried to go straight in without any foreplay but she immediately redirected her thoughts away from her husband and to her teenage lover.

“Get a condom,” she begged.

“I…” started Stuart.

“Don’t have one?” she said, considering her options. She was on the pill, so it wasn’t a case of getting pregnant.

“You know how I said other girls have given me blowjobs but never finished?”

“Yes?” she replied immediately, getting very impatiently.

“It was only twice and it kinda put them off…”

“And?”

“Well it means that I’ve never gone further than…”

“OH!” she exclaimed, suddenly cottoning on. This was going to be his first time. She hesitated. She wasn’t sure if this was the right thing for her to do. She was a mother of two in her forties but she was about to take the virginity of an eighteen year old. A barely-adult who was picking on her son. She was going to take him into manhood. He would never forget this moment.
That thought echoed in her head for a few seconds. He would never forget this moment. She grabbed him and pulled him onto her, wrapping all of her limbs round his body. They only stopped kissing for second at a time, just enough to be able to pull each other’s clothes off. For Leslie that only required taking her dress off as she opted to leave her heels on. She rolled the two of them over so that Stuart was on his back and she was resting on his chest. She sat up so that she was on her knees and resting on her left forearm. Her right hand was gently stroking him as she gathered up all the anticipation she was feeling. Her right leg went over his hips and she straddled his thighs. Her hands glided across his torso enjoying the physique that put her husband to shame, even accounting for Stuart having age on his side. She took his cock into her mouth, right up to its base, but then released it straight away.

Leslie crawled forward until her slick soft vulva slid along his solid hard-on. Her right hand went around behind her buttock and her fingers wrapped around his shaft and guided it past her labia. She sat upright and rested her hands against each of his pectorals to steady herself as she began to swing her hips forward. Her motions were full but slow; she wanted to enhance her own pleasure as much as possible but knowing it was his first time meant she was cautious about setting him off early. In her mouth, she felt that he might be bigger than her husband but feeling it inside her cunt she was really aware that he was thicker. She wasn’t sure he was longer but his girth meant his penis filled her so completely that any motion she made was that bit more pleasurable than with Malcolm.

She leant forward and kissed him. He responded passionately and orientated his hips upwards so he could thrust into her. His pace was not the most regular and his motions lacked the confidence of someone who had had more experience but she still found it a satisfying experience.

“You feel so good. So big. So big inside me,” she cooed.

“I love it. I’m gonna love telling Lewis you called me big.”

Leslie sat up straight, pinning his hips in place. She rested her hands on his shoulders and stroked his clavicle attentively with her thumbs. She sighed before speaking, “I was just going to wait until we were done,” she paused realising how awkward this topic was to discuss during sex, “I… do need to talk to you about Lewis. I will… or rather I do want to… take your situation with Lewis to the school.”

He paused and raised his left eyebrow before replying, “Right… so you’re fucking me… but you also want to tell my teacher that I’m bullying your son.”

“I… they’re separate things.”

“I want to fucking go on top,” he responded after a few seconds.

Leslie was taken aback by Stuart’s statement but she replied, “Um…sure.”

She let him pull out from underneath her and he directed her to flip round with his hands on her waist. She grabbed the back of his neck with both of her hands and kissed him whilst they both shuffled around trying to align their hips. Leslie gasped the moment Stuart’s head easily dived into her soaking tunnel, sliding all the way down and pressing on her cervix. The feeling was always one she enjoyed, but Stuart’s dick being that bit bigger than Malcolm caused her a little bit of pain. The idea that her teenage lover’s cock was bigger than her husbands and enough to hurt her a little made her tingle all over and she groaned out in satisfaction.
Stuart began to thrust his pelvis and immediately Leslie stopped kissing to pant and coo. His physique meant he had greater control over his body than she expected for someone during their first time, in truth she would not have been able to tell he had never done this before. While it was true her husband was more experienced after years of having sex, Stuart’s energy and bigger member compensated for that and then some.

“Fucking incredible. Fucking incredible cock,” whimpered Leslie, “Don’t fucking stop ever.”

“Best fucking you’ve ever had?” fished Stuart, in reply.

Leslie wasn’t sure if she could judge if this was truly the best based on a minute in the missionary position but he was good enough that she was definitely willing to indulge him, “As long as you don’t stop, baby.”

She inwardly winced at calling him a pet name, not sure if it was ‘right yet’, but he started kissing her and her mind once again focused on the sturdy hard-on that was deep inside her. The tingling its motion made began to build up and she knew what was coming. Her husband had been her lover for over twenty years now and he only gave her an orgasm through intercourse a quarter, maybe a third, of the time. Admittedly, missionary was one of the easiest ways she came but with little foreplay and no prior experience under his belt this horny, rough bully was about to make her climax and if her guess was right, it was going to be a big one. She grabbed her shins just below the knees and pulled them down and wide so that her hips rolled up, allowing Stuart to go even deeper.

Though she was barely able to vocalise, she spoke, “I’m so close, baby, so close. You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” She felt proud for both of them, he was gonna give her an orgasm, and probably a really good one, on his first ever time.

“What if I stop?”

“Wha…? Why?” she gasped, “No!”

He slowed his pace but not enough to stop her oncoming wave yet, “What’s it worth to you?”

“What? Anything, everything, please keep fucking me. You’re so good,” she pleaded, the desperation in her voice entirely genuine.

“Why should I bother getting you off if you’re going to my teachers to tell them about ‘my situation’?”

“Uhn… no, I… don’t blackmail me. Please don’t make me choose,” she begged, dreading what she might choose.

“I’ll get you off, if you promise to come dressed nice and slutty looking, which you do so well, to this meeting. You turn up looking like an elegant slut and I find us a private spot to fuck straight after.”

“Come dressed like a slut? But…”

“Is it worth it? I’ll stop if it’s…”

“I promise. I’ll look like a slut for you. I want to fuck you. Just finish me off.”

“One more thing.”

“BABY, I am so close, just finish me.”

“So you love fucking me?”

“YES!” she said wrapping her legs around his back and trying her hardest to grind him from below.

“So you’re glad I bully Lewis?”

“What? No? I just like to fuck you,” she said all the while grinding against him and groaning.

“But If I had never bullied the cunt then you wouldn’t be here.”

“I…”

“Say it and I’ll pound your desperate pussy as hard as I can.”

“I…”

“I’ll stop in five…”

“I’m glad that you bull… glad that… you bull…”

“Four”

“I’M GLAD YOU TREAT LEWIS LIKE YOU DO,” she yelled the sentence as fast as she could then scrunched up her eyes in shame.

“Close enough.”

Stuart wrapped his arms around her back and started kissing her. She was reluctant for a few seconds but then Stuart started to ram into her with all the speed and force he could muster and she gasped loudly, giving his mouth and tongue space to enter hers. They kissed through her orgasm. Each muscle of hers tightened around his body and each nerve flooded with sexual energy overloading any other sensation and thought that was there previously. She pulled away from the kiss to scream out and her body arched backwards out of her control.

“I’m going to spunk inside you. You’re gonna have my sperm leaking out of you when you tell that dickhead that you’re about to go and tell on me.”

He grunted loudly then initiated a kiss that she reciprocated without reluctance. His hips slowed down then he stopped and raised himself up onto his hands. Without pulling out, he looked down at Leslie with a smarmy expression of conquest on his face. Leslie didn’t hesitate before slapping him across the cheek. He winced then laughed. He tried to go in for another kiss but she put her hand on his face and pushed him away.

“You’re a complete bastard!”

He laughed again and moved his mouth to her left nipple so he could suck it.

“Uhn… I hate you,” she cooed, “ohhh.”

Leslie didn’t want to let him feel like he had got away with what he had done so she made a concerted effort to push him away. Perhaps sensing he had pushed it, he didn’t resist much and pulled out of her straight away. Totally exhausted, she sighed as she got to her feet. She tottered around until she saw her dress crumpled at the foot of the bed. As she bent down to pick it up, Stuart’s hand gently stroked her buttock. She grabbed his hand quickly and threw it aside.

“Don’t. You’re a bastard.”

“Fair enough, babes. Don’t forget your promise to me.”

“You’re lucky you’re that good in bed,” she retorted, well aware he wasn’t bothered by how much he’d pissed her off and even more aware that she’d repeat this evening if given the choice. She dressed in the corridor, including her coat that she had left in a heap by the front door. Stuart came down too but he let her out in silence, the only affection they showed was a peck on the cheek before she stepped outside.

Upon arriving home, Leslie knew she only had a few minutes to change into something decent before her husband returned. She pulled on a pair of leggings and a tank top before redressing into the dress she wore to Stuart’s. She nipped to the bathroom moments before the front door opened. She gargled some mouthwash then gave herself a once over to ensure she didn’t look freshly fucked.

“Hey Honey!” she said, genuinely able to push today’s events out of her mind and enter ‘good housewife’ mode. She kissed her husband on the cheek and then smiled at the dinner table; it had been set, as she’d instructed Lewis by text on her way home, and yesterday’s leftover lasagne had been served with some freshly-ovened chips.
The family all took their seats and began dishing out food when Malcolm spoke, “So… Lewis told me that you had to go round to that troublesome pest’s house.”

“Malcolm, he’s not a troublesome pest!”

“Then what is he?”

Leslie’s stomach fell to the floor as she realised she had instinctively defended Stuart. She then felt a ripple of anger as she realised Stuart was a particular bastard for blackmailing her today. Then she felt a pang of guilt because she knew she should ever get into a situation with her son’s bully where he can blackmail her with orgasmic release.

“He is a right…” she paused as she pushed her unpleasant emotions to the side, “There’s plenty of bad words we can call him but I don’t think we should be encouraging name-calling. Anyway, I’m going to arrange for you and him to go see someone at the school.

This final year is important for you to get the grades you need for a good university.”

“Mum. I’m fine. It hasn’t been an issue with my grades ever. You’re just trying to justify your meddling.”

‘Or my sex life,’ thought Leslie with another uncomfortable pang.

‘I’m going to spunk inside you. You’re gonna have my sperm leaking out of you when you tell that dickhead that you’re about to go and tell on me,’ she remembered Stuart saying. She did have his cum inside of her right now. She began to think the dual feeling of lust and guilt was becoming all too familiar with her.

“Maybe if you stopped getting bullied, Mum would stop having to go and tell people off,” piped up her daughter.

“Julie, eat your food,” snapped Malcom. Leslie was too in her own head to have replied quickly. ‘I’m glad you treat Lewis the way you do,’ she thought. It wasn’t just that she felt bad for saying it… she felt bad because it wasn’t 100% false.

Leslie was curled up in bed thinking about the text she received earlier from Stuart, ‘Thanks for today.’ It wasn’t heart-warming stuff but she was grateful he hadn’t been too crude or blatant. Nevertheless she deleted the message straight away, as she had done the others. She drifted off, entering a near-sleep state thinking about how she took Stuart’s virginity and how he gave her a spectacular orgasm. A sexual experience she wouldn’t forget; it was as incredible as it was her greatest act of betrayal. She could almost feel the orgasm through her memory, the violent, wonderful release and how she felt so…

“Why do you keep going to that little shit’s house?”

Leslie’s train of thought died and her coalescing dream dispersed instantly, “What? Malcolm, I’m asleep.”

“I just don’t know if it helps that you are fighting his…” started Malcolm before Leslie cut him off with a kiss. They tongued only for a second because Malcolm’s mouth was still cold and minty from brushing his teeth but it was enough time for Leslie to pull down his boxers.

“Oooo…I like it when you initiate things…” whispered Malcolm.

“I’m already so wet,” she said out loud.

‘Thinking about my amazing teenage lover,’ she concluded in her head, this time too horny to feel guilt.

He mounted and entered her and immediately Leslie could feel the difference. It was by no means bad but Malcolm was certainly being outshone by a selfish virgin. She shut her eyes and focused all her thoughts on earlier in the evening, willing herself to draw out another orgasm from her memories of Stuart. She thought she could feel one building when Malcolm pulled out. He rolled her onto her right side and lifted her left leg so that he could enter her again from behind. Unlikely to cum from this position she stopped concentrating so hard and waited the ten minutes until Malcolm grunted, kissed her on the back of the head and began snoring.

On her back now, Leslie’s hand quietly slipped to her clit and she rubbed it discreetly as she thought about how she had woken up this morning having had only one lover in her whole life and now she was about to go to sleep with spunk from two different guys inside her right now. It was a mere shiver next to the body convulsing orgasm she felt earlier that day, but she did manage to get herself off. At least she didn’t have to say terrible things about Lewis. Not that it hadn’t been worth it…

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Chapter 3: They’re Going to the Principal’s Office

Leslie organised the meeting with Stuart, Lewis and the school. Deeming it a ‘matter of importance’ their principal had made time the following day for a discussion. Leslie, however, was to be the only parent to attend. Stuart had declined to have either of his join and Leslie agreed to this. Leslie had complained to the school previously but this was to be the first face-to-face meeting she would have on the matter. She felt her familiar dual-feeling of guilt and lust as Wednesday afternoon approached.

In the morning, she had chosen the work outfit that comprised of her tightest blazer and shortest skirt. She almost never wore it, having deemed it a bit too daring for work, so she didn't even try to kid herself that it wasn't for Stuart's benefit. With black tights, flat shoes and a blouse done up to the second to top button it didn't stick out as the most flirtatious outfit at her office but for her meeting at the school, or more specifically for her meeting with Stuart, she chose to make some alterations. The tights and the blouse came off and the flats were swapped for four inch black heels. She hadn't worn underwear either. She had definitely fulfilled her promise to Stuart.

As she ascended the stone steps to the main door of the school a gust of cold October wind swept the hem of her loose grey skirt from the middle of her thigh, where it normally rested, to just above the bare folds of flesh that delineated the bottom of her butt-cheeks and top of her legs. Despite the fact that it was her bum that was most at risk of being flashed to the school car-park, her hands went straight to the front of her skirt anticipating the risk of visibly exposing her naked pubis, especially since she was aroused and wet she was hyper-aware of the cool breeze licking her lower set of lips. Her deep cleavage also allowed a healthy air flow to enter her blazer and tickle her nipples, raising them so that two points were just visible against the light fabric. She was in the process of turning round to change back into her more decent clothes when the main door opened and Lewis's face poked out.

"Mum? What are you doing here?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

She stepped inside, allowing the heavy door to shut behind her, its wake just threatening to billow her skirt a little too high for comfort. She responded as they walked towards an arrow pointing to a number of names, of which 'Principal Karen Bullock' was one, "For the meeting today. I maybe should have said I was coming too, but I thought you'd just complain and maybe find a reason to avoid it."

"Mum! I can't believe you'd just hide that. Do you have to come?"

"Yes." She said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.

With an impotent frown on his face he looked her up and down and asked, "Where did your blouse go? Did you change?"

"Uh... Spilt something on it at lunch. Didn't want to make a bad impression with the head teacher." She wasn't sure if it was paranoia or not, but the expression on Lewis’s face seemed to say, ‘yeah because an almost bare chest is definitely a better impression than a spot of tomato sauce’.
Leslie knocked on the heavy oak door labelled ‘Karen Bullock’. She felt a little nervous at how the principal may judge her choice of attire to come to a meeting at the school but she was more excited to see Stuart’s reaction. Enough, it seemed, that she could feel a drop of her own juices make a trail down her inner right thigh. She couldn’t think the last time she became so wet without physically being touched there. As the door opened, she felt a second drip roll down her leg and she became paranoid that it would be visible to Lewis or Bullock.

Bullock looked like a woman in charge. She wore a crisp suit – trousers not a skirt – and heels that were clearly there to add height and not there for sex appeal. Her hair was jet black and in a bun. The one detraction from her otherwise severe appearance was a welcoming smile that Leslie was sure was a trait developed from working with kids and their parents for so long. Leslie gauged that Bullock was probably her age but the women contrasted quite noticeably; Bullock was on the lower end of overweight, she had some wrinkles round her eyes and the only skin on show was her hands and face; Leslie was as trim as non-Hollywood A-lister in their 40s could hope to be, her thick hair flowed like a Pantene advert and, in terms of flaunting skin, she was definitely breaking the old unwritten rule of women’s fashion that said boobs or legs, never both.

Clearly Bullock had noticed this too because Leslie could see Bullock give her a flash of disapproval before her professional façade restored itself. She invited them and her heart leapt when she saw her new lover already waiting for them. He momentarily wore the same smug expression that made her slap him last time they were together. She felt like slapping him again but she also took his look to be silent approval, something that made her reluctantly satisfied.

“Sorry about the mess,” apologised Bullock, snapping Leslie back to the real world. She looked round the office and there were boxes in the corner, books piled on the desk and a disassembled table against a wall. Bullock continued, “We’re redoing the meeting room, which is where most of this clutter has come from, so I can’t even take us there. It’s rather annoying they’ve stuck the table in here but not any of the chairs.”

Not including the desk chair behind Bullock’s desk, there were three seats available. Two were normal wood chairs but the third was a rather fancy leather wingback arm chair. Stuart was already sitting in one of the normal chairs, which was right in front of the right side of Bullock’s desk. Leslie went for the other one, which was to the left of Stuart. She sat down as close to her lover as she thought could seem natural for the nature of the meeting. Lewis followed by going to the armchair, which sat in the corner of the room next to Bullock’s desk, facing into the room. He started trying to shift the chair but clearly struggled under the weight.

“That’s alright bud, I’ll give you a hand,” said Stuart. Lewis flashed him a dirty look. With relative ease, he swung the chair round so it was a metre to the right of Stuart’s, facing Bullock. Leslie knew he did it to show off. She felt the heat between her legs increase.

All four were sat down. Leslie looked over to her son but she couldn’t see his expression as his face was hidden behind the wings of the seat. She sat up tall in order to have a clear view of Bullock over the books that sat across the front of the desk. Bullock started with the party line all schools have, ‘we don’t tolerate bullying’. She then stated that she also wanted to be fair and needed to understand if this really was bullying.

“Mrs Watkins, you called this… discussion, so I think it best you explain how you see the situation.”

“Well, I…” Leslie paused to gasp, barely audibly. Stuart was running his hand over Leslie’s right thigh. She had her legs crossed and her right leg was over her left hiking her skirt up and giving Stuart a lot of skin to play with. She casually looked at the other two and assessed that they couldn’t see what was going on and almost instantly continued so as not to arouse suspicion, “I’ve seen my son come home with bruises or complain about strong…,” she paused again. Stuart’s hand was touching the hem of her skirt.

She hadn’t stopped him so far because she thought that would have drawn attention to what was going on. He had turned his arm at the elbow to minimise how obvious it would look to Bullock, who could only see his shoulders, but if he slipped his hand up her skirt it would no longer be discreet. Leslie, knowing this would appear to be an invitation, not that she could entirely say it wasn’t if she was being completely honest, uncrossed her legs spread them just far enough that it allowed Stuart entry without significantly altering her posture.

“…verbal abuse,” she continued. She felt her skirt ride up, pushed by Stuart’s hand, and it made her nervous but neither of the other two seemed to notice; she still couldn’t even see Lewis.

“Each time it comes from Stuart and I don’t see him being adequately punished,” Leslie finished. She felt a pang of guilt, which was now becoming normal to her, but it was different this time. This time she felt guilty because she felt like she was betraying Stuart. There was a not insignificant part of her that wanted to call off this meeting and just let him have her then and there. She put those feelings one side and focused on the task at hand; sternly dealing with Stuart. The boy whose hand was brushing her labia.

“Stuart? How do you feel about this?” asked Bullock, seemingly unaware that Stuart had found Leslie’s clit. Leslie was aware though; she was concentrating hard on breathing normally.

“Well, Mrs Bullock,” started Stuart. He immobilised his arm and started moving just his middle finger laterally across Leslie’s button before continuing, “And Lewis and Mrs Watkins…”

'Mrs Watkins,' repeated Leslie in her head; it really emphasised where she was and what she was doing was so wrong. So taboo. She instinctively rotated her hips slightly forward and was barely able to catch a moan when she felt Stuart’s finger connect with her clit.

"...thing is there’s been misunderstandings all around. I get it that Lewis doesn’t like me being a bit rough with him but at the time I was just messing around.”

Anger rose inside Leslie, she knew for a fact Stuart hated Lewis, “So what? Just ‘boys will be boys’? Mrs Bullock, surely you can see…” she held back a deep exhale as Stuart managed to push down and circle Leslie’s clit. Her anger ebbed and she just went back to wanting her lover inside of her. “… Just never mind.”

Lewis poked his head around his seat and for a moment Leslie almost panicked. However, his lack of change of expression to extreme disgust made her guess that his slightly forward position meant that the desk was obscuring his view and the thick school blazer Stuart was wearing made the angle of his arm less obvious. Neither of them could see below her waist, she was sure, because they wouldn’t have been able miss the show she and Stuart were putting on. Leslie made eye contact with her son before he went back into the recess of the chair. She had looked him straight in the eye as his bully pleasured her…

“Lewis, you haven’t said anything,” stated Bullock.

“…knows full well… just likes being… no reason… being rough…”

Lewis spoke but Leslie struggled to pay attention; using just two fingers, discreetly under the desk, Stuart was about to give Leslie an orgasm.

“Well, Mrs Watkins, I can see why you brought this to the school’s attention but I’d like to know what outcome you’re seeking.”
Leslie concentrated all of her effort on not cumming in the middle of her sentence as she spoke, “Has Stuart been involved in any other incidences?” She thought her voice might have sounded a bit heavy with breathing but overall she didn’t think she’d have made either of the other two suspicious.

“I know disruption in class has been mentioned two or three times but generally the theme of bullying hasn’t been one I had previously associated with Stuart, no.”

Leslie’s abs were tight and each breath closely controlled. She wanted to tell Bullock to shut up and let her cum in peace but that was obviously not an option. She had to reply, thinking hard about the words and how to say each one, “OK, well, hmmm, that is interesting,” she couldn't betray Stuart, not when he was about to bring her off with his magic fingers, “maybe there has… been a misunderstanding here. I think we don’t want to jump into… punishing Stuart… until we know this can’t be settled… in other ways.” She had to stop to pretend to clear her throat four times.

“I think that,” started Bullock before turning to Lewis, “would be the best course forward.”

Leslie knew she was still in Bullock’s peripheral vision. She had her chance to cum but she couldn’t make any sudden noises or movements. Her legs were vibrating a little but they were out of sight. Her torso would have been shaking violently but every muscle above her waistline was taught. Her stomach convulsed for a second but she redirected the accompanying exhale through her nose to silence it. Her neck tilted forward and an ‘eehhh’ just whispered out of her lips. Her hands were gripping the hem of her skirt like it was the only thing keeping her from plummeting down a hundred metre cliff. But she’d done it; a leg-twitching, body-tingling, toe-numbing orgasm.

She needed a rest but she couldn’t just relax her whole body and give away the game. She wanted to, definitely, her post-euphoria mind telling her that Stuart really was the only one in the room she cared about right now. He was still massaging her clit though and it was too sensitive for that. Lest she twitched involuntarily now, she took Bullock’s distraction as a further opportunity to direct Stuart’s hand away. It relieved her that he did so with no argument and his hand reached for his bag to wipe his fingers on the shoulder strap. No. Not his bag… that was Lewis’s bag!

She was about to non-verbally scold him when Bullock swivelled her chair back to face the front of the desk. She said, “Are you happy with that Mrs Watkins?”

Trying not sound like she was in a post-orgasm comedown and also wasn’t listening, Leslie replied, “Well, what specifically do you mean?”

“Well, in general, I suppose are you happy that we’ve covered what you wanted to cover and that fortnightly meetings with Lewis should mean I can keep an eye on the progress of this situation.”

Her real answer was that she didn’t care right now because she felt empty having climaxed without Stuart’s cock inside of her. She was more bothered about having sex with him ASAP. But she had to hide it because of her fucking husband and fucking son. Just about able to remember what it felt like not to be too horny to think about anything other than sex, she answered, “That’s great. I think having Stuart here really helped clear things up. I think some kids have different levels of sensitivities so hopefully this made things more open for both of them.”

Lewis looked like he was about to say something and she couldn’t blame him; she had just implied he was being overly sensitive about things like getting punched and being sworn at. She did hope he would keep quiet though. She actually felt Stuart hadn’t had a chance to defend himself. Leslie felt guilty again about putting Stuart through this, after the satisfaction he’d given her so far.

“I think we should get Stuart’s opinion,” stated Leslie.

Stuart leant forward and to his right, so that he was sitting in towards Lewis, “Mate, look, sorry about all this. I do feel pretty bad about getting the situation wrong. It was just a bit of banter.”

“You fucking gave me a black eye, last week!”

“Lewis! Language!” interjected Leslie; Bullock’s mouth was open as if she has been about to say the same thing.

“Sorry, sorry,” replied Lewis instantly, looking at the two authoritative women.

“Mate, when was that? I didn’t notice you have a shiner?”

“Well it went away overnight but it was a couple of weeks back and you…”

“Look,” interrupted Stuart, “Doesn’t matter, if it upset you I was outta line clearly. But thing is, you know Chops? Dan Chopper? He gave me a fucking massive bruise on my arm a while ago.”

“Stuart… you watch your language, too,” Bullock interjected this time. Leslie hadn’t even noticed he’d sworn. Lewis glowered at Leslie but she ignored the accompanying twinge of guilt.

“What’s your point?” stated Lewis bluntly.

“Stop being rude, Lewis,” demanded Leslie, more and more feeling on Stuart’s side, “Let him finish.”

“Thanks, Mrs Watkins, but looking at this from his side maybe I get why Lewis is a little short with me,” replied Stuart. Leslie took a moment to realise the irony in Stuart defending Lewis to her. He continued, “Chops is my best mate but we get a bit carried away and bumps and scrapes happen. I get you don’t like that so I lay off basically. Simples, yeah?”

Stuart stuck out his right hand and reluctantly, Lewis took it. As soon as they started to shake hands, Stuart added his left hand to Lewis’s wrist to make it a rather over-the-top double handshake. Leslie thought this odd then she remembered where Stuart’s left hand had been and she wanted to slap him again.

“I think that’s the most logical place to wrap this up?” announced Bullock.

Desperate to fuck Stuart, Leslie answered immediately, “I think we’ve heard Stuart give an explanation for his actions and I think in context now things aren’t as bad as they may have appeared.”

Ensuring her skirt didn’t ride up, Leslie stood up and shook Bullock’s hand and the three visitors to the office departed the room after the relevant pleasantries. Lewis looked at his mum with a look of irritation and said, “Thanks for absolutely nothing.” He stormed off straight away and left Stuart and Leslie together.

“Now you see why I think he’s a dick?” commented Stuart in a hushed voice.

“Come on… I thought you had… a plan for…” she replied, equally hushed and nervously avoiding saying the word ‘sex’.

“Does that mean you agree he’s a dick?”

Knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere until she did acknowledge his question, Leslie replied, “I didn’t disagree now did I? Now hurry up.” After an exchange of awkward, nervous looks, Stuart got the message to walk a few paces in front of Leslie. It was a couple of minutes before the couple arrived at the destination, the boys toilets.

“The loo? You’ve brought me to the loo?” questioned Leslie, her voice incredulous.

“Did you think I had a fancy private office?”

“No, but what if there are people in there?”

“It’s class time. Everyone is in class.”

“What if someone needs the toilet?”

Stuart’s hands were clenched in frustration and, exasperation clear in his voice, he replied, “Welcome to being in your last year of school… we’re expected to be grown-up enough to make ‘decisions that will shape your future career forever’ but we still are kids enough to have to ask permission to go for a piss. Now stop arguing and follow me. I’ll wave you away on the bloody unlikely chance someone’s in here.”

Each time Leslie was reminded of the wide age-gap between them, the guilt of taboo wore off and the excitement it caused tickled her further. Stuart opened the door with his left hand peering in cautiously. He beckoned her in with his right and she enthusiastically grabbed his index finger with her right hand and pinky with her left. She was full of anticipation but the loud clicking of her heels on the tiled floor made her feel more conspicuous than she’d like.

The toilets had three cubicles along the wall with the door; the far wall from this had urinals and between them was an island of sinks. All three cubicles were clearly empty but Leslie dashed for the one nearest, which was the one next to the door. As soon as Stuart was in, she shut the door and locked it then tested the door. It rattled less than she’d expected and gratefully she acknowledged it was definitely closed. She also felt a little less exposed as one of the cubicle walls; the one to the right as she faced inwards, was a solid wall that it shared with the corridor into the toilet.

She aggressively attacked Stuart with her lips. Their tongues entered each other’s mouths in seconds. Leslie had desperately wanted Stuart from before she had entered the building. She had enjoyed cumming earlier but it wasn’t comparable to feeling his arms and hands wrapped around her body. Then she stopped suddenly.

“Shit,” she whispered, “what if there is CCTV?”

“What?!” came a hushed response from Stuart.

“Cameras, that can see us.”

“When the fucking government is on about catching paedos every week you think they’re gonna let schools put cameras in the toilets?”

“Right… you’re right.”

“Relax you slutty mum,” suggested Stuart as his middle and index finger made their way up towards her g-spot. She felt his hand slide easily between her legs because of how wet her thighs had become.

“Uhn, baby,” she cooed, in a muffled voice, “Your hands are incredible but I need you inside of me.”

Stuart sat down on the toilet lid and undid his fly. As soon as his cock was free, Leslie straddled her lover and let his hard-on slip into her. She aligned her hips as close to his and crossed her arms over behind his back before locking her lips firmly over his. She rocked her hips and immediately felt the effects ripple through her body, culminating in a groan from her mouth into Stuart’s.

Stuart ended their kiss after a minute or so and rushed to undo the two buttons on her blazer. Even if his actions had not been eager and hasty she could see the lust in his eyes. True to her word, she had dressed like a slut; with her blazer off she was completely topless. By the time she had tossed it behind Stuart onto a little shelf that presumably housed the cistern, he was sucking on her left nipple. Leslie put her weight back onto her hands as they rested on Stuart’s knees and flicked her pelvis forward rhythmically. Her clit was no longer in contact with his body but the angle of his penis meant it was caressing her g-spot.

As Stuart finished off with her nipples he grabbed the waist of her skirt and spun it round. By now the whole thing was hiked up over her stomach but it looked as if Stuart was still intent on finding the zipped and removing her skirt. She obliging helped him lift it over her head and dropped it on her blazer before giving him another deep kiss.

“Mmm… I love that you’re my naked slut. A slutty mum,” he whispered.

“I love that you’re my teenage stud,” she whispered back. Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, his blazer was already open, when the door to the toilets opened and footsteps echoed throughout the room.

Leslie panicked. As she tried to stand up but her right shoe seemed to have become jammed between two pipes and came off. She stepped back gently and put her bare foot on the rim of the toilet seat between Stuart’s thighs. She rested her arms against the sides of the cubicles, careful not to make a banging noise, and carefully hoisted herself up so her back was against the cold metal cubicle door. She would have been proud of how quietly she managed to get up to this position in a matter of seconds if it wasn’t for the fact she was aware of how stupid she must have looked.

Stuart mouthed at Leslie, “What the fuck are you doing?”

She mouthed back, “What if that guy,” she nodded her head towards the outside of the cubicle, “sees,” she widened her eyes, “us under the door,” she finished by looking at the gap at the bottom of the door.

“What?! How!?” Lewis mouthed and shook his head. He took his forearm under Leslie’s left leg, her left shoe was the only thing she was wearing and it was now dangling in the air, and then stood up whilst smoothly slipping his left arm under her other leg and taking her weight. The tension on her the skin of her back lifted as he scooped her buttocks into his hands. He slid his left hand completely under her bum and pinned her to the door by placing his weight onto her chest. His right hand, now free, slid himself back into her with surprising capability.

Stuart took Leslie’s weight onto his elbows, which were hooked under the back of her knees, and lifted her legs wide so her feet were touching the walls. She cautiously trusted his weight, slowly releasing her arms from the cubicle sides. Her right arm went across the back of his neck and her left hand pulled open his shirt and blazer a bit more so her head could nuzzle into his clavicle and breathe in his musk.

Lewis’s range of motion seemed to be reduced, presumably because he wasn’t skilled yet in this position and because he had to do everything silently. However, Leslie now felt completely relaxed with Stuart’s strong body pushed up against her and his scent filling her nostrils. The subdued thrusting was still enough for Leslie to drift off into euphoria…

“Quiet,” she heard whispered into her ear. Leslie realised she had started to breathe deeply. She stuffed her mouth against Stuart’s collar bone and listened nervously. All she could hear was the muted, faint sound of her skin rubbing against Stuart’s clothes and the final trickle into the urinal from the other occupant of the toilet. She was far too close to an orgasm to be grossed out just now.

The taps went on and Leslie’s carefully sound-checked breathing became a little louder. She relaxed even further when the loud hand-drier came on to cover any accidental noises she might make. Once again, she edged closer to her climax and she nuzzled into Stuart again to pre-emptively muffle the impending orgasm. She blissfully peck her lips at Stuart’s neck, waiting for her climax to burst across her body when a clang and thud once again snapped her back to lucidity.

She looked over Stuart’s shoulder to see her left shoe sitting by the toilet, having been knocked off her foot. The hand-drier hadn’t even been on to hide the sound. Her startled reaction had stymied her pleasure for a second but she was still close. Her fear of being caught was being drowned out by the incredible tension that was mounting inside.

“You ok?” came a voice from outside. Leslie just buried her head deeper, wrapped her legs round tighter and trusted Stuart to deal with this. All she was able to concentrate on was her desire, her need, to cum.

“You alright in there?” came the voice, a little closer this time. It might have been a familiar voice to Leslie but she couldn’t really focus on it.

“What the fuck are you asking if I’m ok for? Who the fuck asks a bloke in the bog if their ok? Are we girls doing our make-up or something?”

“You don’t need to be such an arse, Stuart,” said Lewis. It was Lewis.

‘Just tell him to go away. I want to cum,’ thought Leslie. Her toes began twitching involuntarily.

“Thought we were mates now or whatever?” continued her son.

‘Just tell him to go away. I want to cum,’ the thought kept running through her mind.

“I’m not your mate, I just had to keep your mummy,” Stuart stressed ‘mummy’ in a childish voice, “and Principal Bollock-Buster from getting their knickers in a twist. Well, if your mum wore pants that is.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

‘Just tell him to go away. I want to cum,’ she thought, resenting her son’s voice each time he spoke. She focused on the tingling that was radiating out from her pussy.

“She turned up without pants today. Easy access for me to fuck her. Your slutty mum is riding my cock right now.”

She didn’t even care if Lewis believed Stuart’s taunts. She was so frustrated right now that part of her wished Lewis did know so she could scream out and Stuart could pound her loudly. Once again, much louder this time, she thought, ‘Just tell him to fuck off. I want to cum so badly.’

Stuart’s taunts continued, “I’ve got her pinned up against the door. She just whispered to me that she wants you to fuck off so she can cum on my cock. ‘Fuck off’ were her exact words.”

Leslie was shocked momentarily when she realised she had said her thought out loud but any concern she had for that was suppressed by her intense blooming orgasm. It was again a struggle to focus on keeping her limbs from flailing out and bashing against something noisy and even more difficult to keep her moans to below audible.

“Fuck you, Stuart.”

“Yeah, she’s cumming right now,” he declared, followed by a fake ‘oohhhh’-ing noise, and then continued, “Now I’m spunking deep inside her.”

The door to the corridor opened and shut as clarity returned to Leslie. Stuart lowered Leslie’s tingling body releasing one leg at a time. Her earlier climax had left her wanting more but this time she was satiated and the cloud of lust began to dissipate. She really meant it when she had thought… or rather said… that she wanted him to fuck off. She was annoyed at Lewis because he didn’t like Stuart. She was annoyed now at him even as she saw how he was treated.

Leslie stood on her tiptoes until she noticed her shoes sitting in front of her. She put them on absent-mindedly her thoughts still filled with remorse. She could have been caught, not just by her son but by the principal of the school. Was what she did illegal? Stuart may have been eighteen but maybe there was a law against sex in a school or against pleasuring your son’s bully.

“Babe, you gotta get dressed, bell’s gonna go soon and then there really will be people, other than your dickhead son, in here.” Stuart passed Leslie her clothes and gave her a peck on the lips. She took a second to register the insult Stuart had made but she didn’t bother to scold him for it. Her actions were a far bigger insult to her son.

“You might want to clean your shoes too,” he said pointing at what looked like a blob of cum that had dripped onto her right shoe. He wiped it up with some loo roll.

“Thanks,” she said quietly. Inwardly she knew she couldn’t be with someone who could make her run around pant-less dripping spunk onto her shoes. Next time would be the last time. He deserved more than a last fuck in the school toilets. He who bullies her son she thought, feeling utterly out of control of her own body.

“Come on… you’ve gotta go,” he insisted before kissing her. It was only a few seconds but it was enough that she felt annoyed at Lewis again.

[cuckold_son]

Chapter 4: He Sorts Her Out

‘Babe? Why r u ignoring me?’ read the text from Stuart. Leslie deleted it straight away before she had a chance to hesitate.
It was Monday now; last Wednesday was the last time she’d spoken to him, right after he’d fucked her in the school toilets. Over the last few days, she recalled the events in her head over and over, almost unable to believe they really happened; she was being carried by her son’s bully, inside a cubicle in the school toilets, pinned against the door when her shoe flung from her feet and clattered to the floor. Her son, the only other person in the toilet at the time heard this and innocently asked if the occupant of the cubicle was ok. Leslie climaxed quietly as her teenage lover taunted her son, telling him that Leslie was being fucking right then and there.

It was bad that the reason she was in the school was because she called a meeting between her son, his bully and the principal, in order to ensure Stuart was punished for his behaviour. Instead, Stuart had secretly fingered Leslie to orgasm during the meeting and she turned on her son, agreeing Stuart was harmless.

The worst bit however was dinner that evening. Leslie recalled how her family had all sat down to take-away pizza; Leslie’s mind was racing too much because of her actions that day to cook.

“So, how’d it go at the school, today?” asked Malcolm, unaware he was breaking the uneasy silence between mother and son.
Leslie gathered her thoughts, about to reply to her husband when Lewis jumped in, “Well, basically, we started off and might have made some progress then Mum decided that Stuart was the greatest guy under the sun.”

“What?” said both parent’s simultaneously but Leslie was sure Malcolm wasn’t filled with the fear of Lewis’s next words like she was.

“He learnt nothing but he convinced Mum and our useless principal that he was really sorry and would lay off.”

“Well, OK, if he really did convince your Mum, how do you know he didn’t mean it?” asked Malcolm.

Leslie knew full well that Lewis’s mistrust was spot on because of the taunting Stuart dealt out in the toilets. She, of course, couldn’t admit she heard the whole thing because she had been in the toilet cubicle with Stuart, her body wrapped around his having her second illicit orgasm within that hour. She continued in feigned ignorance, “Well, he sounded sincere.”

“Can I have a proper explanation, please?” asked Malcolm.

“Basically, we explained the situation to Mrs Bullock, the principal, and she said that Stuart wasn’t particularly known for bullying and then he simply said that he was too rough with Lewis because he and his friends act that way. He took on board that it wasn’t acceptable and should stop, in fact he volunteered that. It seemed more prudent to just accept that than aggravate the situation.”

“That was complete rubbish,” replied Lewis, his voice aghast.

“He shook your hand,” she said, immediately regretting her words. Guilt nearly forced a tear from her eye when she thought about why Stuart had done that. Stuart had been fingering Leslie and he just used the excuse to touch Lewis with the hand that had been pleasuring Lewis’s mum.

“Look, enough quabbling. Your mother seems to think it’s resolved. Why don’t you?”

“Well…” Lewis began hesitantly, “I went for a walk because I was annoyed with Mum, then I decided to nip to the loo before the next class began. I heard what I thought was someone bang their head or something in the cubicle so I asked if they were ok. Stuart was the one in there and he just started saying how he hated me and how he didn’t mean anything he said. Swearing loads at me. I said nothing pretty much and he started… saying… so many awful things.”

Leslie fought back a few tears. Lewis was exaggerating the story perhaps but one side of her completely agreed that Lewis was just being thoughtful and instead he got abuse hurled at him. She couldn’t even tell him she understood because she was too busy being fucked by Stuart. That horrible boy Stuart.

The other side of her, however, felt angry at Lewis; angry that he was trying his best to spin it in the worst way possible. If he’d just left the toilet Stuart wouldn’t have taunted him. Who asked him to stay and bicker like a child? Outside the cubicle her son was acting pathetic and inside Stuart was strong and in control. He had carried her as he fucked her; she had let her body fall to his mercy and the mercy of his solid muscles and he had rewarded that trust with a spectacular climax. That wonderful boy Stuart.

She couldn’t control herself and she wanted to be held by her new lover, to feel his thick body heavy and powerful against hers. She was addicted to the feeling of bliss and relaxation he gave her and it made her want to run to him right now. That was why she couldn’t. She had given herself one more time to go to him, but she didn’t trust herself. That was why she deleted his text on Thursday, then Saturday, then Sunday and now, regretfully, again on Monday.
She felt guilty for wanting him and now she felt guilty that Stuart thought she was ignoring him because she was upset at him. She was ignoring him because she wasn’t. She was ignoring him because she had to.

Dinner was some microwave meals from the supermarket. Leslie hadn’t felt like cooking again.

“Leslie? Sweetie? You ok?” said Malcolm as Leslie had her head in her hands.

“I just have a headache,” she lied. She was just trying hard to control her tears. “I think I’m going to go to bed. You guys finish your food.”

“Sweetie, are…”

“Finish your food. I’m going to bed. Just leave me be, I’ll be fine.”

She had exited dinner early on Wednesday too and her husband had come to bed and comforted her. He had believed that Lewis’s anger was the reason she was stressing out and Malcolm had talked to her kind words about how Lewis would be fine and things would work out. He had no idea that his kindness only made her feel more guilty for betraying him.
Today, she didn’t want him to join her and gratefully he didn’t straight away. She curled up and was trying to drift off to sleep when she heard her phone go off. She went to texts and saw the fake name she had saved Stuart’s number under. ‘Babes? If ive done sumthing just say plz id rather u just say.’ She couldn’t ignore him.

The idea of him worrying like this made her feel just as bad as betraying her son and husband. She owed him a break-up in person. ‘Hi. You free tomorrow?’

‘Yup ! Looking 4ward 2 it’

Tuesday morning and afternoon flashed by. Leslie oscillated between feeling relaxed that she would sort things out by the end of the evening and anxiousness over having to break the poor boy’s heart. She tried to make herself feel better a couple of times by thinking that Stuart deserved this for hurting Lewis but that train of thought only made her feel more ashamed when she realised she had far less sympathy for her son than she should do. Her greatest fear in all this was being blackmailed. However, Stuart only had a few text messages from her and she hoped that if he decided to use them maliciously, the absurdity of the situation would help her convince people that an elaborate fabrication of these texts was more likely than her actually sleeping with him.

Leslie wore a particularly non-sexual outfit to Stuart’s home. It was her most conservative work outfit; black trousers that weren’t too tight fitting, a cream blouse with a high neckline and a medium knit grey jumper. As far as underwear went she wore a black bra and a pair of black with purple frills French knickers, both plain and not overtly seductive, not that he would get that far to find that out.

She had also made a point of wearing flat shoes; until now every time she went to meet Stuart, her heels had provided a tapping that had become like her marching song for infidelity. This time she silently made her way up the driveway and rang the doorbell.

“Hey babe,” answered Stuart then his face dropped a little, “Oh, did you come straight from work? More covered up than usual.”
Leslie stood in the hallway, staying close to the door to remind herself she needed to leave before she got carried away. Stuart kissed her and she reciprocated only for a couple of seconds. She resisted being directed towards the stairs, which made him look at her curiously and perhaps anxiously. Carefully, she spoke, “I… can’t see you anymore.”

“Why? What have I done?”

“It’s not anything you’ve done…” she paused, “it’s just that I’m much older than you, I’m married and you pick on my son.”
Each of those was in itself a strong logical reason not to be with Stuart but she didn’t feel the emotion behind her response. ‘You pick on my son’ almost came out as an afterthought, more like ‘it’d be better if that wasn’t the case but I can live with it’. That’s why when Stuart kissed her again she didn’t resist then either.

“Baby, I can’t,” she said, holding his face with both hands.

“Once more,” he asked. She silently followed him to his bedroom, feeling immediate disappointment in herself for caving.
When they got to his bedroom, Stuart tried to undress Leslie enthusiastically, but her response was fairly lacklustre, almost mundane. Both in their underwear, he stopped and looked at Leslie with the same disappointed expression he wore when he saw her at the front door, “wow, didn’t even knew you owned underwear!”

She sniggered half-heartedly before he pounced at her and they began to kiss. She managed some passion now but guilt, remorse and shame dominated her thoughts nearly as fully as lust had done in previous encounters with Stuart. He turned her round and unclasped her bra before roughly pushing her towards the bed. She crawled onto the mattress and was about to turn round when she felt Stuart’s hands on her hips.

“No, I want to try from behind today. We’ve not done that yet,” he announced, standing between her calves, by the side of the bed. That was fine with Leslie, she didn’t know if she could look him in the face right now. He tried to enter her but she wasn’t ready. A sharp gasp of pain exhaled from her mouth as he forcefully tried to push his thick erection into her.

“Not wet… that’s a first,” he said and started groping around her clit. He did seem to have a natural talent for sex though, and after thirty seconds she may still have not been in the mood mentally but physically she was pretty much good to go.
He pushed past the entrance to her tunnel, which was still giving him a little resistance, until he was just inside; far enough to reach her natural lubricant. Momentum taking him forward he slammed into her cervix causing her to coo out and collapse onto her elbows.

“Oh, this always feels so good doesn’t it babe,” he said. His standing position allowed him a huge range of motion to thrust his hips; Leslie’s response was to breathe deeply but her thoughts were still filled with self-pity.

“Yee-haw,” he shouted as he thwacked her on the side of her right butt-cheek. She groaned in pain but didn’t say anything; she just wanted to go back to her bed and mope.

“Babe, do you think your dickhead son would be more pissed off that I’m spanking his slutty mum while riding her ass or that I got her off in the principal’s office,” asked Stuart boastfully.

“I… don’t know,” she replied, not really thinking about the response.

Within a second she felt Stuart pull out of her and motion her to flip round with his hands against her hips. She obliged to see his face look genuinely concerned, “Babe, what’s up?”

“Nothing? I just think we have sex this last time and part ways,” she said, stifling a sniff.

“I thought you were just saying that because you felt bad because Lewis, I’m guessing, was a whiney twat at home.”

“Well yeah, he was pretty pissed off at me…”

“Babe,” he interrupted, “this seems more than that. You’re not breaking up with me because you’re pissed. You’re acting like a grumpy emo kid.”

“A what?”

“Basically a whiney… never mind. Why you being all depressed?”

“Why do you think? I’m supposed to be protecting Lewis but instead I’m here fucking you!”

“You’ve been doing both so far. Pretty fucking pissed you hauled me to Bullock’s but you don’t hear me whining, yeah?”

“Yeah where I completely sailed him down the river with no paddle! Not to mention had you with your hands all over me.”

“Well sorry, you seemed to enjoy it enough.”

“I did, that’s not my point.”

“I get it but you heard Bullock. Teachers don’t like to admit bullying and fights happen. She’d have swept this whole situation under the rug in any way she could.”

“Well what about Lewis. I genuinely just wanted him to disappear when I was…” she paused and looked down at the floor.

“About to cum all over my dick? Yeah, course you did. He’s an annoying dick, you said it yourself remember?”

“I… yeah,” she sighed. She was about to argue that she actually didn’t disagree when Stuart called her son a ‘dickhead’ but she felt a lesson in semantics was not what this situation called for.

“That’s nothing to do with you being his mum. That’s about you being a woman and a slutty one at that.”

“Where is this going?” she asked, totally lost to the point of this conversation.

“My point is that, whether or not I fuck you, I’m not gonna stop hating your dickhead son. You said they were two separate things. Lewis doesn’t know about us so his life is unchanged and, fuck it, maybe I’ll even learn to actually lay off him if we’re fucking so if anything, this might be a good thing for him. You being a slut for me doesn’t affect his life but it seems to make you happy enough that you keep coming back. So why are you beating yourself up? You might as well just keep enjoying it.”

“I suppose you have a point,” she said slowly. She wasn’t fully convinced but she did actually feel a little better.

However, before she had time to really think about his words, Stuart grabbed her on either side of her rib cage and nodded his head towards the top of his bed. Both lying across the bed, Stuart on top, he entered her again, and this time she was a lot more enthusiastic. She threw her legs around Stuart and locked her ankles together so that they were above the small of his back. Her arms went under his armpits and her hands were touching alternate shoulder blades. She buried her nose into his neck and inhaled deeply, drifting into a contented state.

“Oh god that’s good, baby,” she groaned. She moaned and yelped and cursed freely between passionate kissing.

“I’m sooo glad I can be loud. I don’t have to worry about…” she drifted off then started kissing Stuart again.

“Worry about your wiener son listening in?”

She kissed him again rather than answer the question. She pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds and pushed her forehead against his, the sex-fuelled sweat making their skin feel sticky. Through gritted teeth she struggled to speak, “You are the kind of giving me orgasms baby.”

“Do you love me?” he asked suddenly.

“What?” she replied through heavy breathing and buried her head back into his neck so she could breathe in more of his musk.

“Do you love me?”

“I…” she responded slowly; one because her mind was cloudy like it always was on route to an orgasm, and two because she really didn’t know what to say. She continued nervously, “Even if… it wasn’t for… the… uhnnnn… oh god… why ask me now… if it wasn’t for the circumstances… ohhh… so close.” He started to slow down.

“No, baby, no don’t. Make me cum. It’s too soon for love. It’s been two weeks.”

“Do you love me?”

She knew what she had to say, “Yes.”

“Say it and keep saying it until you’re done cumming.”

“I love you… So much. I love… you. Stuart, baby… I love you. Make me…cum,” she gasped. “I… oh… uhnn… love…. Oooohh,” she descended into wailing before she finally came. She held Stuart as tight as she could until she made whole body convulsion that made way to completed muscular relaxation.

Leslie lay motionless on the bed. Her head was limply facing to the wall on the left. Stuart kept thrusting, slowly and softly. The skin between her thighs was now exposed, as opposed to tightly wrapped round her lover, and her orgasm had made her so wet that her upper legs felt a little cold.

“You still going?” she asked lazily, with enough energy to be impressed.

“Yeah, but do you really love me?”

“Stuart,” she answered, summoning enough energy to sit up on her elbows as he continued to drive his hips, “I’m sorry, I… not yet, no.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“What? Well because you made me!”

“I didn’t make you, I asked you to. Just like I didn’t MAKE you turn up to Bullock’s in no clothes.”

She started to feel guilty again, and stumbled over a reply, “No…well… I… you said…”

“You like me ‘making’ you do things. I’m a guy who likes to be in control. Whether it’s making Lewis understand he’s a flaccid knob or telling you what to do. You like being at my whim. So far you’ve enjoyed it and nothing’s gone terribly wrong. Hell, I told Lewis, right then and there that I was fucking you in that toilet stall and nothing went wrong.”

“I suppose.”

“So just let go. Stop being so uptight. Enjoy being a slutty mum. You might not love me but you certainly like me hell of a lot, so did I hurt to say it?”

“No.”

“I made you promise to come to Bullock’s in a slutty outfit and I made you cum twice. Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a bit of fun right? Pushing you to your limits. Didn’t you enjoy being fucked in the toilet.”

“Yeah… that was dirty…” she replied, truthfully. It may have been what triggered her episode of melancholy but at the time she really enjoyed it.

“Let go, just say whatever feels right at the time. Trust me. Think of it like you do blowjobs; I can’t imagine anyone actually likes have dick in their mouth but you do it because I like it. If there’s something you uncomfortable doing or saying but you’ll know I’ll like it – it’s like sucking a cock. Yeah?”

She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more right now than to just completely submit to Stuart. She assumed the position she was in before, limbs tightly locked around his body and his musk pervading her nostrils. She thought about the toilet cubicle and Bullock’s office and how she felt out of control but really she wasn’t out of control; she just wasn’t the one in charge of the situation.

“Tell me you’re a slutty mum.”

“So slutty, just for you,” she said, meaning each word. She really felt completely safe around Stuart.

“So you liked being fucked in my school?”

“Yeah, so much…” she replied, dreamily.

“But what about when your son almost interrupted what we were doing?”

“There was no way I’d have stopped for him,” she responded, not caring if that was the truth or not; it’s how she felt right now. Stuart started to plunge into her a little faster.

“He’s so annoying. A complete prick.”

“He was actually pretty annoying that day,” she responded before kissing him up the neck.

“Enough to deserve his own mum telling him to fuck off?” asked Stuart as he ramped up his speed to what it was list just before she last came.

“Definitely, I meant it,” she gasped, that bit she knew was true but it didn’t fill her with guilt this time, “you’re gonna make me cum again, baby.”

“Don’t you wish you’d given the little arsehole up for adoption?”

In any state, the answer to that was no. However, she didn’t think Stuart was looking for ‘no, I love my son too much,’ as a response but there was another small reason she was glad Lewis was her son, a reason she thought Stuart would want to hear, “No. I don’t wish that… because if he wasn’t my son, I’d never have met you. He’s good for something…”

She could feel a second orgasm coming, as Stuart spoke again, “So what you’re kinda saying is…”

She was eager to say the words for herself before she was unable to speak, so she interrupted, “What… I’m saying… uhnnn… uhnnn… is… that… ohhh… uhnn…. I’m happy…”

She took a deep breath and concentrated on saying the whole sentence, each word pronounced, “I’m saying…” she started, her voice control gone; she was almost yelling desperately, seconds away from another climax, “I’m saying… I’m really… uhnn… really happy that… you…” her head tiled back and she shrieked, “BULLY… LEWIS…AHHHHH.”

The tingling seemed to last forever, she hadn’t had an orgasm like this one in years. She was still convulsing erratically for seconds after; she couldn’t remember the last time that happened. She used to call him orgasm-quakes, like aftershocks from an earthquake. She kissed her son’s bully passionately, until her feet stopped jerking around outwith her control.

“Best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she whimpered, convinced that might actually be true and not just complimentary exaggeration.

“So your best orgasm ever wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t bullied Lewis,” he asked, grinning.

“Probably not… another reason to be happy about it,” she panted. Despite saying these things, she remained guilt-free, trusting her new lover completely.

She kissed him again, before speaking, “Are you still not done?”

“I didn’t want to cum whilst you were having yours.”

“How thoughtful and I’m glad because I really want to thank you for that.”

She unravelled herself and tapped his shoulders with her palms. He sat up and pulled out of her to a squelching noise. Leslie walked to the middle of the floor, almost falling over at first because of how weak her legs were. She knelt down, bum-cheeks resting on her ankles and looked at his member; it was so coated in her own wetness it was actually shiny.
“Fuck my mouth like you like doing. It’s yours until you cum. Spray your thick cum in my mouth on my face, wherever. You’ve earned it.”

Stuart walked over to her with the tip of his dick in his left hand. With his right, he took her head and pushed the side of his shaft against her right cheek. She felt her own juices become smeared across the right of her face before his bellend was roughly stuffed beyond her lips, making her taste the sour, salty juices. His fingers ran along either side of her jaw into her hairline and met at the back of her skull. He gripped locks of her hair very tightly and, unexpectedly slowly, pulled her head towards his pelvis.

She provided no resistance; just prepared her gag reflex fox when his hard-on touched the back of her tongue. He only just went that far though and pulled back, he stroked a few more times to just before where it would make her choke then began to pump her mouth much faster. She relaxed and let him use her, still feeling high from her two excellent orgasms.

He fucked the length of her mouth for about 30 seconds before he pulled his dick out and grabbed it with his right hand. His left cradled the base of her skull and tipped it forward so that she felt warm gloop hit her scalp. Stuart trailed the thinning spunk right down across her forehead over her closed left eye and back into her mouth where the last dribbles fell onto her tongue. Leslie stood up and placed her hands on Stuart’s hips then looked deeply into his eyes.

“You’re a fucking mess, you slut.”

“Thanks,” she said, giving him a bashful smile. Her head dipped to look at his chest, where she trailed her finger between his pectorals. “I’m really glad I’m with you,” she admitted, kissing him in the middle of the collarbone.

Leslie had a quick shower at Lewis’s before returning home. The first thing she did was hug Lewis and talk to him about his day. She chatted away to her husband before retreating to bed with him. They made love, it wasn’t nearly as exciting as with Stuart, but she did enjoy it. She was free of guilt; how she acted with Stuart was a separate and wonderful way she wanted to be when she was with him but now she was home she was a loving wife and mother. Her husband spooned her as she drifted into a care-free sleep; her last waking thought was wondering what it would be like to have Stuart holding her as she slept and smile crept over her face.