Bully's Mom

,Author's Note

Part 4 (final chapter) of the story about the 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 diminutive 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.

Darren - 18 yo, 6', 180 pounds, Brad's best friend, also a bully to Fletcher

Lisanne - 41yo, 5'7", 140 pounds, neglectful, sex addicted mother of Fletcher

*****

"Son, I'm proud to see you walking across the stage this morning," Brad's father, Parker, said as he threw an arm around his only child and mussed his hair. "How about a picture with the old man?"

Sandy bit her tongue. Brad still looked up to her ex-husband, even though Parker had abandoned them when Brad was still a baby, leaving her to raise their son alone as a single mother.

And while she struggled to work her way through college and provide for their son, Parker inherited his parent's business and stepped into a life of luxury with a large house and an endless string of younger girlfriends attracted to his wealth.

Sandy had too much pride to ever ask for child support, and Parker was too self-centered to ever offer any unsolicited, but she made do. After all the verbal and emotional abuse he inflicted on her, Sandy was happy to cut him out of her life.

Brad went to his father's house for a handful of dinners or parties each year, just enough for him to gain glimpses of opulence, and his mother's modest home paled in comparison. In Brad's eyes, his father could seemingly do no wrong, and his mother could do nothing right. But Parker never went to any of Brad's activities from Little League to football, and Sandy was surprised that he came to Brad's graduation.

Sandy's parents, Brad's grandparents, stood nearby and saw the struggle on her face as she watched her son's beaming smile as he posed for a picture with his father.

"We're proud of you, Sandy," her father whispered as Parker's 20-something girlfriend snapped a picture of father and son on a cell phone. "I know Brad doesn't always appreciate all the sacrifices you made for him, but he will one day. This is your day as much as it is his, and you deserve happiness in your life, so let go of the past, hold your head up high, and enjoy this moment."

Sandy's eyes turned misty. "Thank you, dad."

Then out the corner of her eye, she saw Fletcher walking past.

"Fletcher," Sandy beamed, her face instantly brightening as she waved at her young lover.

Fletcher smiled when he heard Sandy's voice, but then he caught sight of his tormentor, Brad, and the color almost drained from his face as Brad scowled at him.

"It's your graduation also," Sandy remarked to Fletcher. "Is your family here to celebrate with you?"

Fletcher looked down. "My mom forgot to request off work, so she can't make it, and she didn't invite any of my other relatives, so it's just me."

Sandy couldn't help catching her son's smug grin, and she gave him a glare that wiped the smirk off his face before turning back to face Fletcher. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you still able to make the graduation party tomorrow at our house?"

Fletcher's eyes looked hopeful as he looked at Sandy, but then he nervously glanced back to Brad, feeling the weight of his bully's glare and decidedly unwelcome to the graduation party.

Sandy sensed his trepidation. "Brad and myself are looking forward to seeing you at the party tomorrow, aren't we Brad?"

Brad was caught off guard, and he just gave a flustered nod in response.

"I'll be there," Fletcher mumbled, speaking directly to Sandy and ignoring Brad. "I - I've got to get ready for the ceremony. We're supposed to be in our seats in a few minutes," he added before scurrying away.

"What an odd child. What the hell is his problem?" Parker remarked after Fletcher was out of earshot. "A kid that awkward is just asking to get bullied."

Brad and his father laughed, but Sandy sensed something wrong with Fletcher.

"I'm going to run and fix my make up. Go ahead and save me a seat, and I'll meet you in the hall," she said, excusing herself as she chased after her secret lover.

*****

Fletcher needed a moment to compose himself, so he walked off to a far flung corner on the upper floor of the reception hall far away from the rest of the crowd. Seeing his bully, Brad, surrounded by his whole family when his own was absent at the graduation hit him hard. And even worse, seeing Sandy in Brad's presence rather than with him served as a painful reminder of her split loyalties.

As much as Brad frustrated her, she was still his mother, and she supported him as such, which is more than Fletcher could say for his own mother. He couldn't blame Sandy for standing by her son instead of him, especially with all her family there, but it was more than Fletcher could take.

Their affair filled him with hope and purpose, yet he was also coming to grips with its limitations, that their relationship might never be anything more than a clandestine affair, and that realization filled him with sadness.

Sandy deserved better, and he wanted to give her the world, but Fletcher cursed himself out for not being able to provide that for her. He felt like a failure, altogether unworthy of her.

He wasn't old enough to date her without eliciting whispers and stares. His mother already told him there was no money for college, even community college or a trade school, and he was resigned to working in restaurants or retail, where he knew he'd struggle to scrape by, let alone to provide the kind of life that Sandy deserved.

He'd walk across the stage in a few minutes to accept his high school diploma in what should be his life's biggest accomplishment, yet his future felt like an abysmal black hole of uncertainty.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Fletcher immediately recognized Sandy's soft familiar voice, and he turned around and saw her warm sympathetic eyes expressing more emotions than a thousand words. With tears in his eyes, he instinctively embraced her.

Although Sandy's figure was small and slight, she felt like a solid rock on which he could anchor his life.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You deserve so much better than me."

Sandy didn't say a word, but she held him tightly with a surprising strength that instantly set him at ease.

"I think you've got it backwards," she replied. "You've got your whole life ahead of you. I'm so much older than you. You deserve a woman who can give you a family and doesn't have to hide her relationship in shame."

"Maybe we do deserve each other," Fletcher concluded with a smile. "We're both fucked up in our own ways."

Sandy looked around. Noone else was in sight, and they were near the men's and women's restrooms, and in between was a family restroom for parents to attend to small children.

"Come on," she said, taking Fletcher by the hand and leading him along. "Let's get you settled down for the ceremony."

She led him to the family restroom, locking the door behind them.

"What are you doing?" Fletcher panicked.

"We've got to be quick," Sandy said as she pushed him up against the wall and began to undo his belt and trousers. "But I thought maybe a blow job might cheer you up."

Fletcher stared in wonder as the older woman sank down to her knees in front of him. She deftly pulled down his pants and underwear, and Fletcher's little pecker popped out.

"I thought you'd be happier to see me," she said, playfully grinning at him.

"I'm - I'm just in shock," Fletcher stuttered.

"No matter. I'll work you past that," she vowed. "You're too tense, too stressed out. I'll help you relieve some stress so you can enjoy the graduation ceremony," she decided as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his member.

His manhood quickly hardened to its full length as she began bobbing up and down, not wasting any time as she quickly wanted to bring him to orgasm.

"What if someone walks in on us?" Fletcher worried.

"Then we'd better speed it up, but the danger is half the fun, isn't it?" she replied while catching her breath before resuming sucking down on his cock. Her fingers played with his balls, fondling them and running her nails along his taint.

"I'm not going to last long," Fletcher stammered as he looked down at his mature lover as she smiled back at him, even as her lips were wrapped around his pole.

She ran her tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the sweet precum leaking out and swallowing it down. Her spit dribbled down her chin while his cock was covered in her saliva.

Fletcher's body tensed up, and his cock throbbed in her mouth, but she pulled back and wrapped her hand around his shaft as she jerked him off to orgasm, dipping her head down in front of him and aiming his cock at her head as he ejaculated, his cum spewing and squirting in long strings and globs all over her hair.

After the last drops of cum dribbled off the tip of his cock, she rubbed the tip of his cock on her hair and then briefly put him back in her mouth to clean him off. Then she let him fall out of her mouth as he began to soften, and Sandy quickly helped him get his clothing back in place.

"I thought you always swallowed," Fletcher remarked as he cinched his belt.

Sandy rubbed the white globs of cum into her hair. "When you walk across the stage, you'll see me, and you'll know that I'm wearing your cum in my hair, that I belong to you."

Fletcher was dumbfounded.

Sandy giggled. "Shh. It's our little secret. Now get out there and make me proud."

He smiled and just shook his head in disbelief. "I don't what I did to deserve you, but you have no idea what you mean to me," he remarked as he hurried off.

"You mean everything to me," Sandy whispered under her breath after he'd left.

*****

An hour later, Fletcher felt like he was floating on air as he walked across the stage for his high school graduation. He looked across the sea of faces in the crowd, and he spotted Sandy proudly smiling and clapping for him. Then he couldn't help noticing how her hair looked clumped up in spots, looking more disheveled than before their bathroom tryst, which he knew was where his cum had dried up and caused her hair to stick together. He gave her an ever so brief smile before turning to shake the principal's hand and accept his diploma.

A few minutes later, Brad walked across the stage. He seemingly ignored his mother, instead looking directly at his father as he pranced across the stage, giving his father an emphatic fist pump, which Parker returned the gesture. Sandy was proud of her son and proud of herself for raising him to this moment, but she was hurt that in his moment of success, he gave his deadbeat father the acknowledgement that he never reserved for his long-suffering mother. She took a deep breath to calm herself down as she sat back down in her seat once the moment had passed.

"You're a good mother," her father reminded her, sensing her angst. "You did a good job raising him."

"I hope so," she muttered. "But sometimes I wonder."

*****

The next day, Sandy's house was far too small to accommodate the graduation party guest list, so she instead opted to set up outdoor tables and chairs for a backyard barbecue.

She looked over all the guests who had arrived and now filled up her backyard - her parents, Brad's father and girlfriend, extended family, and Brad's friends milled about outside, but there was one invitee sorely missing. Fletcher hadn't arrived yet, and Sandy worried that perhaps he had backed out on attending.

Sandy had barely even seen Fletcher after the last day of school, only seeing him on their special date night to celebrate him passing his final exams and then in their brief bathroom encounter yesterday at the graduation ceremony.

Fletcher's mother, Lisanne, was a wild unhinged personality that intimidated her, and Sandy was paranoid over how Lisanne might react if she learned how about their affair from one of her neighbors, so she had cooled the relationship.

Fletcher had instead offered to sneak over to Sandy's house to continue their affair, but that option seemed even more fraught with danger, given how her son, Brad, frequently bullied Fletcher. Sandy didn't want to risk Brad learning about her affair, both for the wrath it would incite in her son as well as the grief it would sow for her.

Nevertheless, her romance with Fletcher remained as passionate as ever. They traded frequent texts, and they had taken to exchanging sexually explicit messages and pictures. Fletcher pledged to find a job where he could afford to move out, and Sandy promised that they could physically resume their affair once Brad left for college in the fall. Till then, their affair largely consisted of steamy texts and sexts.

But absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Sandy was desperate to see her lover. She had invited him to attend the graduation party, partly to appease the high school vice principal, but also to give Sandy an extra opportunity to be with Fletcher. She didn't know exactly how, but her pussy was aching, and she was determined to have sex with him at some point during the party.

Sandy fretted, worried that Fletcher had not shown up yet. She was just about to text him when the doorbell rang, and she immediately ran to answer it.

"Oh, Fletcher," Sandy beamed with relief at the sight of her young lover. She was about to leap into his arms when she caught sight of his mother, Lisanne, standing behind him.

"Sandy, I hope you don't mind me dropping in," Lisanne spoke. "I know I wasn't invited, but Fletcher explained how you helped resolve that incident with our sons at school, and I never got to thank you for all the work you did helping him graduate."

"Of course," Sandy replied, quickly composing herself. "You're more than welcome. Please, both of you, come in."

Sandy's mind and heart were racing. She had never bothered explaining to Brad, or anyone else for that matter, that she had personally tutored Fletcher, but now it seemed inescapable that Lisanne might let the cat out of the bag at some point over the course of the party.

"Everyone is in the backyard," Sandy informed them. "My father is cooking the barbecue, and the meats should be ready soon. There's drinks and appetizers until then. Please, make yourselves at home."

Lisanne walked toward the backyard, and Fletcher followed suit, but he mouthed 'I'm sorry' as he walked past Sandy. Sandy just shrugged her shoulders as she watched them join everyone else outside.

"Do you need any help with the party?" a voice asked, catching Sandy by surprise. She turned around, and Brad's best friend, Darren, was approaching.

"Thank you, Darren, but I think everything is under control," Sandy answered. "You were a tremendous help getting the table and chairs and everything else set up before the party."

"It's my pleasure," Darren persisted. "I know it hasn't been easy for you, being a single mother and all and not having a man around the house to help with things."

"No, it hasn't been," she admitted. "But Brad has grown almost as big and strong as his father."

"He is," Darren replied with a wink, "but we both know he doesn't help out unless there's something in it for him."

They shared a laugh, his laugh somehow sinister, and hers nervous.

"No comment," Sandy smiled, although Darren's behavior drew her suspicions. He had spent a lot of time at her house over the years hanging out with Brad, but he barely even said a word to her until recent weeks. Now he stood almost uncomfortably close to her, his six foot tall frame towering over her short stature, and his athletic build was imposing compared to her slight body.

"I hope you don't mind my saying. You look really nice today, Sandy," he said as he stepped behind her. She could feel the weight of his stare as his eyes leered over her curves.

"Thank you," she replied shyly, still not accustomed to receiving compliments. She was dressed in a short summer dress that left her arms and legs exposed, but she was far from scantily clad, yet she could feel his eyes undressing her.

Then his hand brushed the hair from the back of her neck, and Sandy held her breath.

"What exactly are you doing?" she asked nervously as her mouth went dry, although she already knew the answer.

His hand dropped to the side of her arm, his fingers running along her skin, and tingles ran down her spine.

"Just that I know you've been alone for a long time," Darren said, his voice growing deeper. "It must get lonely, and a woman has her needs," he remarked as his hands roamed her body, one landing on her ass, and the other cupping her breast. "I've got my needs too. I couldn't help thinking, you know, I already spent so much time at your house. Maybe we could take care of each other's needs, like friends with benefits, you know."

Sandy felt flustered. "But you're Brad's friend," she protested as she turned to face him.

Right at that instant, Fletcher walked in from the backyard. He saw Darren with his hands on Sandy in a compromising position, and he reacted with shock and disgust, immediately turning around and marching back outside.

"No, it's not what you think," Sandy cried out, but the back door was already shut.

Darren just laughed. "Don't know what he's so upset about. Seems he's already got a girlfriend. Word is all over school," he said, referencing the infamous cell phone sex video that Fletcher was caught showing to Brad on the last day of school.

Sandy turned back to Darren. "I'm sorry. I've got a boyfriend," she declared, hoping that would cool his advances.

He lewdly looked over her body one more time. "Don't know who the lucky man is, but if that ever changes, or if you just want a little action on the side, then my offer still stands." And then he cooly left to join the party in the backyard while Sandy was left breathless and still trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

*****

Fletcher was sitting by himself in the backyard at a table as mixed emotions of anger, betrayal, and hurt coursed through his veins. He had been looking forward to the party for days on end, but seeing Sandy with another man left him broken and confused.

His mother had stopped him when he was leaving for the party, asking him where he was going, and when he explained how Brad had invited him to the party as a goodwill gesture after their meeting with the vice-principal, he was dismayed when she insisted that she come along and personally thank Sandy for tutoring her son.

And now that she was there, Fletcher feared it would be that much harder to steal away from his mother for some alone time with Sandy. His mother was chatting up Brad and his friends, which just annoyed Fletcher all the more. She was always the life of the party, and worse, she was seemingly becoming fast friends with his bully and his cohorts, which only made his mood sink even lower.

Fletcher, on the other hand, suffered from severe social anxiety, and he didn't know anyone at the party besides Sandy. He did know Brad and his group of friends, but Brad's party invite was basically coerced, and he thought it best to steer clear of them during the festivities, lest they get into another disagreement.

In fact, he had just caught one of Brad's friends, Darren, in a compromising position with Sandy. He wanted to believe that Sandy wouldn't cheat on him, but actions speak louder than words, and he knew what he had seen with his own two eyes.

Fletcher could kick himself for thinking that he was enough for Sandy, and all his self-doubt resurfaced. After all, what could a mature responsible woman like Sandy ever see in a scrawny, introverted nerd with no real prospects in life? She deserved better than him. She deserved a man who could take care of her, but he realized that she mostly took care of him. She tutored him and even paid for the romantic dinner they enjoyed the other night, but what did he offer her?