Bully's Mom

Author's Note

Part 3 of the story about the blossoming relationship between the weak-willed mother of a bully and the boy her son bullies.

Comments and constructive feedback are always appreciated.

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Main Characters

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

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

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

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Bully's Mom Pt. 03

Sandy walked into the high school incensed. She rushed out of work early after the vice principal had called an hour ago, explaining that there was an incident involving her son, Brad.

Sandy checked in with the receptionist when she entered the front office, and the receptionist led her back to a small room where the vice principal, Fletcher, and Brad all sat around a table.

Sandy felt a lump in the back of her throat seeing her lover and her son seated together. Fletcher gave her an ever so brief smile, although he looked nervous, whereas Brad scowled at her, looking as if the whole world was pissing him off.

"I'm Mrs. Linden," the vice principal said as she stood up to shake Sandy's hand. "I'm sorry to say that Fletcher's mother is unable to join us, but thank you for making the time to be here."

"I'm Sandy," she grimly introduced herself as she took a seat. "What exactly is going on," Sandy stammered, feeling altogether uncomfortable in the moment with her son and her illicit lover seated together right in front of her.

"That's what we're here to discuss," Mrs. Linden answered. "These two boys got into an altercation after exams today."

Sandy looked sternly at her son. He sat at the end of the table, his face defiant and unrepentant.

"Explain yourself," she coldly stated.

"He was talking smack. I was just defending myself," Brad insisted.

"Talking back to you?" Sandy asked skeptically. "Were fists thrown? Who threw the first punch?"

Brad remained indignant. "I stand up for myself. I don't take crap, verbal or physical."

Sandy's eyes immediately shifted over to Fletcher, but her steely gaze quickly softened. "Are you okay?"

Fletcher smiled. "I'm not hurt," he reassured her, smiling softly.

"A teacher luckily stepped in before the altercation escalated further than a hard shove and a punch to Fletcher's gut from Brad," the vice-principal explained.

Sandy's eyes shot daggers at her son, but he remained ever defiant,

"If my son attacked Fletcher, then why are both boys here?" Sandy realized, and she noticed Fletcher looking away, sinking down lower in his chair.

"That's the other part of this conversation and why we were hoping Fletcher's mother could join us," the vice-principal explained as she picked up a cell phone from the table. "The boys were caught watching porn on Fletcher's phone, so we confiscated it. That's why the teacher was able to break up the fight so quickly. He observed them watching a sexually explicit video in the hallway here at school, and he was already stepping in to intervene when Brad shoved Fletcher and threw a punch."

Sandy felt a pain in the pit of her stomach as she recalled the sex video she had made the night before with Fletcher, and now she had a sinking feeling that was likely the video in question. She briefly glanced at Fletcher, and the apologetic look in his eyes confirmed her worst fears.

"What exactly was the video?" she asked cautiously, trying to decipher if anyone had any clue as to the video's participants.

"It shows a man filming himself having sex with a woman. It's quite graphic and completely inappropriate to be shown at school," the vice-principal explained.

"It certainly sounds that way," Sandy agreed as she swallowed hard. She looked at her son, wondering if he somehow recognized her. The video was shot in her bedroom, and Brad might easily recognize her furnishings or recognize her voice if paid any attention to either detail.

"It sounded like Fletcher in the video, and he readily admitted it was him, although he refused to say who the woman was," Mrs. Linden added.

Sandy sat up straight, her body on edge and her hands shaking as she nervously tapped on the table. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

"The final semester exams were today for Brad, and possibly Fletcher also. Technically the school year was over when this unfortunate incident happened, right?" Sandy said, trying to move the conversation past the sex video.

"Yes, their exams are complete, but this violation occurred on school grounds, and the high school code of conduct still applies until after the graduation ceremony," the vice-principal responded. "But as you are well aware, this is not the first incident with Brad getting in trouble. There have been multiple instances where Brad has bullied Fletcher. Normally, we would suspend him, although with this being the end of the school year, that is no longer a viable option, although withholding his high school diploma certainly is."

"Is that really necessary?" Sandy inquired, suddenly panicked that her son's future was in jeopardy. "He is accepted at State University."

The Vice-Principal sighed. "I understand, but Brad has demonstrated a clear pattern of truancy, of disregard for the rules and basic respect. We are concerned about his long-term well-being, as I'm sure you are also. If he continues with these violent outbursts, if he doesn't learn to control his temper and emotions, then he will struggle in life. Our actions in life must have consequences, good or bad, and we would be doing him a grave disservice as an educational institution if we just let this slide. We are not only here to teach them reading, writing and arithmetic, but to also instill our students with the values - the discipline, respect, and curiosity they need to be successful in life."

Sandy nodded her head as she looked back and forth between her son and her lover. Fletcher looked away, clearly embarrassed that he had almost outed their relationship and fearful that he had incurred Sandy's wrath. Brad however was still stubbornly sitting with his arms crossed, refusing to concede an inch.

Sandy's head was in a daze as the Vice-Principal turned to face the two young men and continued to speak. "I've watched the video in question. The material is undeniably pornographic in nature and clearly in violation of our student code. Now student code aside, I understand teenaged boys are sex obsessed, but you young men need to learn to keep it in your pants. That woman in the video, whoever she is, I'm sure she'd be horrified to know her most private intimate moments were broadcast in a public space with other students walking by. Brad, I can only assume you were fighting because you are jealous of Fletcher's girlfriend."

"Jealous? Of what?" Brad questioned. "He may have scored with some slut, but she's nothing to brag about with her tiny tits.

Sandy felt deflated to hear her son unwittingly insult her appearance so savagely. She was almost hyperventilating, and she bit her tongue, resisting the urge to snap at him, but she was sorely tempted to let him know it was her in the video, and that Brad was just on the other side of the wall when it all happened.

"Well then, why did you feel the need to attack Fletcher, if that's the case," the Vice Principal pointed out.

"Because the little punk was rubbing his girlfriend in my face," Brad fumed. "Bragging about how he bagged a hottie."

"Is that really an excuse for hitting him?" the Vice Principal shot back.

Brad scowled and turned away in frustration.

"And what are you doing showing that video off in a public space?" Mrs. Linden added, turning her scorn to Fletcher. "Does that woman even know you showed the video to anyone else?"

"Well, not exactly," Fletcher admitted, turning his face away in shame.

"And how do you think she would feel if she knew Brad has seen her in such an intimate private moment?" the vice principal added on.

Fletcher briefly glanced at Sandy before averting his eyes away again. "I'm sorry. I got caught up in the moment. Brad is just always calling me a virgin, making fun of me, and I just wanted to shut him up. I'm tired of it. I couldn't take it anymore. He didn't believe me when I insisted I wasn't a virgin. He kept calling me a liar, so then, I don't know, I showed him the video. I know it was stupid of me, but I just wanted to prove him wrong, and I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Sandy blurted out before catching herself. "I - I'm sure she forgives you."

"Well Sandy, I don't know it's your place to speak for the woman on the video," the Vice-Principal interjected. "I mean, it wasn't actually you on that video, right?" Mrs. Linden laughed at the ridiculous notion.

Sandy grimaced as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, mortified that the conversation had become so focused on the video and fearful that she might somehow be outed as the woman in question. She was desperate to change the subject matter. Then an idea came to Sandy, and before she knew it, her lips were already giving it voice.

"Brad, you have been bullying Fletcher since middle school, and this has all gone on for long enough. This needs to stop, and it needs to stop now," she said in a stern voice as she mustered all her resolve. "You're no longer little boys anymore. You're both 18 years old, grown men in the eyes of the law. So, it's time you started acting like it. Graduation is on Friday next week, and I'm planning a graduation party for you on the next day, Saturday. I think it'd be a strong token of goodwill and turning over a new leaf if you invited Fletcher to your graduation party."

Sandy took a deep breath after speaking, pausing to give her son a chance to respond, unsure if he would outright reject her proposal.

"Actually, that seems like a very sensible solution," the Vice Principal agreed.

Brad initially looked offended by his mother's suggestion, but his face quickly changed after the Vice Principal voiced support.

"So, all I have to do is let Fletcher come to my graduation party, and you'll let me graduate?" Brad asked, wanting to be sure of the terms before committing to any agreement.

The Vice Principal sat back and made her thoughts for a second. But after a moment's contemplation, she slowly nodded her head. "You two need to make a fresh start. I have no idea what you are so at odds, but you're both graduating from this high school next weekend. It's time to let bygones be bygones and begin a new life. I strongly urge you both to take advantage of this opportunity to hit reset on your relationship. Now Brad, I want to hear you invite Fletcher to this party, and Fletcher, I want you to be gracious enough to accept his invitation."

Brad looked pained, but he knew this compromise would reasonably allow him to graduate and continue on to college.

"Fletcher, will you come to my graduation party?" Brad grumbled through gritted teeth.

Fletcher beamed. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he excitedly replied as he returned his gaze to Sandy.

"It's next Saturday," Sandy offered as she looked at her young lover. "We look forward to seeing you there," she smiled.

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A few days later, Sandy got a text while at work.

Fletcher:I aced the exam. I got a 98. I'm graduating.

Sandy:I'm so proud and happy for you.

Fletcher:Remember, you promised me a special something if I did well on the exam.

Sandy laughed when she read his message as she sat at her desk, surrounded by her co-workers.

"Someone send you a funny meme or something?" her workmate inquired.

"I just got a bit of good news," she answered as she began to type a response to her lover.

Sandy:A promise is a promise. How about I take you out on Friday night?

Fletcher:Just have me home before midnight when my mom gets back from work.

Sandy smiled to herself. She had not seen Fletcher since the meeting with the Vice Principal, and she no longer had an excuse to visit Fletcher's house since he no longer needed tutoring, so they had cooled their relationship a bit, although they still texted constantly.

She missed his touch and just being with him. He made her feel like a woman, like she mattered. At work, she was just another worker. Her colleagues were polite and respectful, but she wasn't close to any of them. They all had personal lives outside of work, but Fletcher actually cared for her, actually checked in with her and listened to her problems.

At first, she had been horrified that he had shown their private sex video to her own son of all people, but her anonymity had been maintained, and she told herself that Brad had it coming. She smirked, thinking how Brad had unwittingly witnessed his own mother having sex with the boy he regularly bullied. She felt guilty for taking such pleasure in her son's pain, but she was as tired of his disrespectful antics as anyone else, and she welcomed whatever comeuppance karma had in store for him.

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Sandy waited nervously inside her car as she sat there parked near a playground a few blocks from her house. She gazed idly at her phone, trying to appear inconspicuous, but inside she was a nervous wreck.

She wore a slinky navy-blue dress, something she had originally bought for a company Christmas party a few years earlier, but she worried at the time it was a little too revealing, so she ultimately opted for a more conservative outfit, and ever since then the dress just sat in her closet until tonight.

But Sandy wanted tonight to be special, to reward Fletcher for doing well on his final exams and graduating high school. The dress had thin straps holding it on her shoulders and a plunging neckline that revealed far more cleavage than she had ever exposed in public before. The dress ended a few inches above her knees, but a side slit reached halfway up her thigh. She wore black thigh high nylon stockings under her dress and three-inch black high heeled shoes.

She felt half naked in the dress, and she wanted to avoid raising her son's suspicions, so although it was warm outside, she wore an overcoat to cover herself up and snuck out while Brad was locked away in his room.

The dress rode up when she was seated in her car, and she kept tugging the hem down to keep from revealing the top of her stockings. Sandy wanted to feel her sexiest, so she wore thong panties underneath and decided to go braless. She had tried on some strapless bras while getting dressed, but the dress's plunging neckline made it impossible to keep a bra out of sight, and she was feeling reckless in the moment.

While getting dressed, Sandy stood in front of the mirror, and she was both dismayed and excited when she leaned forward and saw the unobstructed view of her tits. She knew how much flashing Fletcher with that view would excite him, but she also worried if her body wouldn't inadvertently end up on display for the general public as well.

Trepidation filled her emotions as she nervously waited for Fletcher to arrive, but when she caught sight of him coming around the bend, all her worries instantly disappeared. He was dressed in khakis and a polo shirt, which she supposed counted as dressing up for a teenaged boy.

He opened the door and sat down in her front passenger seat.

"What's the deal making me walk five blocks to meet up with you?" he complained.

"Close the door," she implored him.

Fletcher looked annoyed, but he complied with her request.

Sandy looked around nervously, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention. She tried to calm her nerves as she slowly pulled out of the parking lot, trying not to draw any attention from onlookers.

"Because it was one thing for me to come to your house when I was tutoring you, but exams are over now," she explained as they pulled up to a red light.

"My mom's not home. What difference does it make?" he whined.

"Because your neighbors might be watching, and then they might ask your mom how come that older lady keeps coming around when her son is home alone, and then all hell breaks loose," Sandy complained in exasperation.

"Oh," Fletcher responded, finally understanding. "I'm sorry," he replied meekly.

"It's okay," Sandy acknowledged, suddenly reminded of Fletcher's age and immaturity.

"So where are we going?" he asked, hoping to change the subject.

They were stopped at another light, and Sandy took the opportunity to open her overcoat and slide it off her shoulders. Fletcher's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets when he caught sight of her. The hem of her dress had ridden up to reveal the tops of her stocking, and as she turned to face him, the dress hung so loosely on her shoulders that he had a clear view down her top as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

The car behind them honked their horn after the light turned green, and Sandy broke the kiss and began pulling forward.

"We're going out to celebrate. Your high school graduation. And us," she replied with a smile.

Fifteen minutes later, they walked hand in hand into the restaurant. It was a Michelin starred establishment with luxury cars lining the parking lot.

Sandy wanted nothing more than to go out on a proper date with Fletcher as boyfriend and girlfriend. Even if just for once, for them to be out and about like any other couple and not have to sneak around, hiding their affair in shame. After all, maybe their relationship was taboo, but that didn't make their love for one another any less real or genuine.

"Table for two?" she requested when they approached the maître d.

The distinguished looking gentleman with the thin moustache smiled warmly as he collected two menus and gestured for them to follow.

"Please, right this way," he said with a bow.

Sandy took Fletcher's hand as they made their way through the busy restaurant. The lighting was dim, and the tables were filled with distinguished and sophisticated looking clientele.

"Are you and your son celebrating a special occasion?" the maître d asked innocently as he stopped at a small table in the back corner of the restaurant. "Perhaps monsieur is graduating high school."

"We're here as lovers," Fletcher responded defiantly, but Sandy's heart sank when she saw the maître d's clear disdain aimed at her, and her hand slipped out of Fletcher's as they took their seats.

"Don't let that asshole ruin our dinner. We can leave if you want?" Fletcher offered after the maître d walked away.

"No, it's okay," she smiled, trying to pull herself back together.

The server, a woman, came a minute later, bringing waters and taking their orders.

"Can I get anything else for you and your son?" she asked with eager eyes.

Sandy felt crushed all over again, and Fletcher didn't even have the heart to protest this time. She just shook her head as she faked a smile, and the server quickly dispatched to place their order.

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something," she lamented.

"Fuck them," Fletcher retorted.

"Language, young man," she chided him, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"No, I mean it. Look at that table over there," Fletcher indicated. "That guy is canoodling with some woman half his age. What is he, about 60? And she looks about 30? How are we any different? Besides, I bet she's only with him for his money?"

Sandy smile turned from grim-faced to genuine. "I don't have any money," she reminded her young lover. "I can barely even afford tonight. So, why are you with me?"

"Must be the sex," he said half-jokingly, and they both laughed, although Sandy worried there may have been more than a hint of truth in his response. She couldn't help thinking that he bedded her because she was the older seductress, but she wondered if he wouldn't grow tired of her as time passed and the novelty of their relationship wore off.