Sons and Bullies Ch. 02

I got in the shower. I felt a need to cleanse myself, to clean off all of his sweat and stink and sperm. But while I was in the shower, I kept thinking about how it felt. How Mike had so thoroughly dominated both me and my son. The sight of his naked body, tall and rippling with muscle. His penis, so large and erect. His arms, like rods of iron as he held me in place. His cold blue eyes full of lust as he penetrated me. His thighs and hips, so strong and vigorous as he thrust inside of me. The feel of his cock as it burst with orgasm, rearranging my insides. His hot semen, some of which was still inside me.

It was embarrassing, but I couldn't help it. My body was still on fire from what Mike had done to me, and I needed more. I had to touch myself. Like a naughty schoolgirl, I started rubbing my clit in the shower. My fluids were running down my legs. It felt wonderful. After just a minute I reached orgasm. I could barely stand as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

After I had finished satisfying myself, I cleaned myself up. First I scrubbed my skin thoroughly, getting all of Mike's sweat and semen off of me. Then I changed the sheets on Takeshi's bed, and threw them in the wash. I couldn't believe I had done that to my poor son, in his own bed! Not to mention how I had cheated on my husband! But I had. I was a terrible wife and mother. The worst woman in the world. I had betrayed both of the men in my life in the worst possible way, giving away my virtue as a woman to some young white punk.

Takeshi came home about an hour later. I was too ashamed to face him, and he didn't come to see me. Instead we both just stayed in our own rooms, not talking. I prayed he didn't notice that the sheets in his bed had changed. I had no idea how I could explain that to him.

It took me a long time to fall asleep. I lay in bed, trying to force myself to sleep. But I was still too excited from what had happened. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Mike manhandling Takeshi or pinning me to the ground. Or the sight of his naked body. Or the slow, confident thrust of his hips as he forced his massive cock into my wet and willing vagina. It took all of my self-control not to masturbate once again to these memories.

I woke up late the next morning. Takeshi had already left the house. Hopefully he was going to school and not just running away, I thought, although I couldn't really blame him if he wanted to escape after what happened last night. It was probably best if we avoided each other for a while.

I went through my normal housewife routine, trying to get through the day without thinking too much about my shame. I cleaned the house, I went shopping, and I watched a silly daytime TV soap opera. I also went to the pharmacy to buy some plan B contraception, because Mike had thoroughly creampied me and I couldn't risk getting pregnant.

Eventually Takeshi did come home. I asked him how school was. "Fine," was all he said. But at least it seemed like no one had bullied him today. Maybe I had accomplished something after all? I loved my son very much, and I would do anything to protect him. I would even whore myself out for him if that was what it took.

I didn't contact Mike. I lay in bed that night thinking about it. I wondered if he would contact me again. I really hoped he wouldn't, that this would all just go away with no further trouble. But part of me- my woman parts- was hoping that he would send me another naughty text message or naked picture. But no, nothing. I fell asleep feeling relieved, and just a tiny bit frustrated.

The week went on much the same. Takeshi and I barely talked, he just went to school and came home. On the weekend he stayed in his room playing video games. He didn't seem happy, but he was never physically injured or crying like he had been before. My husband was still away in Japan, and would be for some time. I sent him a few short emails, but we didn't talk. I didn't receive any further communication from the school, or from Mike.

So, everything had turned out well. My son was no longer being bullied, and as an 18-year-old he could now look forward to life as a young man. I hadn't gotten caught for having an affair with a 19-year-old high school guy. All things considered, this was the best possible outcome. A great victory for me, Miyoko Tamura, the world's best mom.

Still... I had to make sure, right? I needed to be certain that the bullying had stopped. That's why, on Monday of the next week, I drove to my son's school. I parked my car outside, in a shady space where I wouldn't be seen, and waited as the students left. I sat there in the car watching them like a stalker.

Mike came out first, along with two other male and three female students. They sat there near the entrance, talking and laughing. Takeshi came out a little later. Mike didn't react or say anything to him, but Takeshi very obviously walked out of his way to avoid Mike. It seemed that he was still scared of Mike.

I continued watching. Takeshi left by himself, presumably to go home. Mike stayed there with his friends. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed like the "alpha" of his group of friends. He was by the physically largest, and everyone else was mostly focusing their attention on him and what he said. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were all laughing at whatever Mike said.

At some point, Mike noticed me. We made eye contact. He grinned, and winked at me. I felt a rush of excitement, while Mike turned back to his friends. He said something, and they all left. Mike then walked over to my car. I rolled down the window so he could talk to me.

"How's it going?" he asked. He was standing there, looming over me as I sat in the driver's seat.

"I'm fine," I answered. "Takeshi is also fine. I wanted to thank you for leaving him alone."

"Oh, sure," he said. "Like I said, I got nothing against your son, I just had too much energy and nothing to do with it. But you really helped me calm down."

"I'm glad I could help you," I said. And the weird thing was, I meant it. It made me feel happy to help this young man with his needs, like I was doing something good.

Not to mention that he had also given me the best sex of my entire life.

"But here's the thing," he continued. He put his hand on the car roof and leaned in a bit. "My energy comes back, you know? This week I felt nice and calm. But next week, who knows?"

"I see..."

"Mrs. Tamura, can I get in the car?" he asked. My heart started to beat faster.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said.

"Well, OK. But I'm just telling you, if you don't keep me calm, I might not be able to control myself..."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

He took a second to think about it, then grinned. "I'll probably start by giving him mean looks at school. He always runs away when I do that, it's so funny. Then I'll start following him home after school. Eventually I'll grab him somewhere no one is looking, pin him down. Force him into funny positions. I can use one hand to pin his arm, while the other I use to force his head down and make him kiss my feet. He's such a shrimp, it's really easy. I can force him into whatever position I want. Just like I did with you."

As he spoke, I imagined the scene in my head. This much larger white guy forcing my son to the ground, physically dominating Takeshi. Dominating Takeshi just like Mike had dominated me when we had sex. The way he pushed us both around and pinned us however he wanted us. The way we were both so helpless in his hands. The hormones running through Mike's body, the thrill of combat, that thrill turning into sexual excitement in the heat of victory. And then the overwhelming urge to take his satisfaction from a woman as his reward for victory.

This was bad. I was becoming quite sexually excited as I imagined all this. I felt my cheeks flush, so I looked down to avoid Mike's gaze. But then I noticed the erection in his pants, which only made me more excited and embarrassed.

"Mike... I need to go," I said. "Please leave my son alone."

"What are you doing right now?" he asked. "Want to go to a motel?"

The nerve of this young punk! "No," I said firmly. "I'm not going to go to a motel with you. You need to leave us both alone!"

"Well, OK then, but you got me really excited just now," he said. He thrust his hips slightly and grinned. "If you can't satisfy me, I might not be able to help myself, you know?"

I didn't trust myself to answer. I just drove off, leaving Mike standing there in the road, waving at me.

***

For a while I just drove around aimlessly. I finally returned home about one hour later. When I got back, there was a text message from Mike on my phone:

MEET ME AT THE MOTEL 6 at 9PM TONIGHT

I responded:

MIKE, NO. WE CAN'T DO THIS.

I got out of the car and went up to my bedroom. When I got there, there was another message from Mike:

DO IT OR I WILL BULLY TAKESHI TOMORROW. BESIDES, I KNOW YOU WANT THIS

I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say, so I just ignored it. What was I supposed to say? I felt totally trapped and helpless. I didn't want to be a cheater, but I didn't know how else to protect my son. And the worst part was, he was right! I very much wanted to go to that cheap motel and have sex with him like a slut.

But I couldn't. I needed to be responsible. So I just went about my normal routine. I made dinner for myself and Takeshi. We ate together, saying very little. I watched TV, while he went to his room to study. Eventually I went back to my bedroom. And wouldn't you know it, there was another message from Mike on my phone:

I WILL BULLY YOUR SON AT THE PARKING LOT BY THE OLD MALL TOMORROW AFTER SCHOOL

I knew that place. It was a bad place. There used to be a large shopping mall near the school, but it had gone bankrupt years ago, leaving behind a wasteland of pointless empty parking lots. Now, the only people who went there were hoodlums looking to do drugs or commit other crimes away from the prying eyes of society.

I still didn't respond. What could I say? Mike didn't seem like a guy who would listen to reason. And I felt that if I begged him not to, it would only encourage him. But I also didn't try to warn Takeshi or call the police. I felt like this was a problem that I needed to solve by myself.

I slept very little that night. My brain was racing with so many thoughts and emotions that I just couldn't keep calm. I was worried that Takeshi would get hurt, and worried that *I* might get hurt, but I also kept remembering how incredible it felt when Mike dominated me and fucked me in Takeshi's bed. Whenever I thought about that, my body started to heat up and my thinking became very confused. After I finally fell asleep, I woke up the next morning and realized that I had drenched my panties with my juices.

The next day, I tried to think of a plan, but my mind was a total blank. So when the time came for school to end, I found myself driving to the old mall with no plan at all. I could only hope that I would think of something when the time came.

When I got there, the parking lot was totally empty, so I parked in a corner by some closed shops and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Before too long, two cars drove into the lot and parked on the opposite side. From one, a yellow SUV, out stepped the group of Mike's friends that I'd seen from the other day. From the other, a white pickup truck, emerged Mike and Takeshi.

Mike held Takeshi with one hand, twisting Takeshi's arm behind his back and causing him to scream in pain. I watched in horror, powerless to stop him as he tormented my son. At the same time, I couldn't help but admire his incredible strength. Mike was so strong compared to Takeshi that he looked like a man playing with a toy. Which, I realized, was probably what Takeshi was for him. The friends did nothing to help, they just watched and laughed.

I felt bad for Takeshi- he was writhing in agony while being totally humiliated in front of his peers. He had been forced to his knees now. But all I could think about was how magnificent Mike looked. He was standing tall and proud, basking in his victory like a pro wrestler. He was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt so I could clearly see how developed his arm muscles were. He was utterly dominant here, and could do anything he wanted.

As he continued to hold Takeshi prisoner, Mike spoke some words that I couldn't hear. I saw Takeshi nod. Then, finally, Mike let him go. But then I saw something strange: rather than running away, Takeshi turned toward Mike and bowed to the ground. He was literally kissing Mike's feet! Mike had a huge, nasty smirk on his face the entire time. It was the exact same expression he had when I was sucking his cock the other day. This was so messed up, but I couldn't help but get turned on as I watched my son be forced to serve Mike like I had.

Only after this last humiliation was complete did Mike finally release Takeshi. Takeshi ran away, crying, while Mike just stood there and watched him. Mike's friends laughed a bit more, then got in their car and drove away. Mike continued to stand there, savoring his victory alone.

When it was finally over, and the friends' car had left the lot, Mike turned towards me. He had seen me! He came strutting over towards me with a cocky smile on his face. I tried to keep calm, but I still had no idea what to do. Watching Mike bully my son had only reminded me how powerless I was against him.

"Step out of the car, Mrs. Tamura," he commanded. I did so. I wanted to speak to him on the same level, like an adult, without him looming over me while I sat in the car. Unfortunately I was still much shorter than him, and there was very little space between us. I felt very intimidated.

"I came here to stop you from bullying my son," I said, as firmly as I could.

"Oh yeah? So why didn't you stop me?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say. The truth was, I couldn't stop him. Compared to him I was a mouse next to a cat, and none of my age or wisdom seemed to count for much either.

"This time was even better for me," he said.

"Why?"

"Because I knew you were watching. You watched the whole time while I dominated and humiliated your son. I hope you liked the show, because I sure liked doing it."

I thought for a second about how to answer him. I decided to speak the truth: "You are very strong. I admit, I can't help but admire the strength of your body when I watch you. But, you should find some other way to use it. Why did you bully my son? You said you would stop after last time."

"Yeah, and I did for a while. But like I said, my energy comes back, and I was feeling frisky. So either with him, or with you, I gotta get it out."

As he said this, he took a step forward. He was only inches away from me now, so I could smell his sweat. He placed his arms on the car, trapping me. Then he pushed his hips forward, just slightly, and I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my stomach. It made his intentions towards me obvious.

My head was swimming. I felt so very frightened and trapped, not to mention outrage at what he had done to my son. He was such a beast for doing this. He was just going to claim me as his prize for winning a fight! I felt like a woman from some primitive tribe who was about to be taken as a sex slave by the savages of a rival tribe who had defeated my men. But there was no denying the attraction that I felt for him at the moment, either. He was so strong, so handsome, and so dominant: I wanted to be his prize.

"I can feel your sexual energy," I said. "It must be hard for you to contain it."

"Yeah, that's why I gotta get it out. Bullying your son got me feeling frisky, but now I need you to satisfy me."

"What should I do?" I asked. I was so turned on at this point that I yearned to please him.

He didn't say anything, he just smiled. Then he stepped forward again. He was now almost hugging me, his entire chest pressed against mine. I looked up at him, expecting- or rather, hoping- for a kiss. But of course he didn't, he was too much of an asshole to bother kissing his woman. Instead he reached down and lifted my skirt up over my waist. And then, without saying a word, he lowered his hips and started rubbing his erection against my vagina, which was now covered only by the thin white silk of my panties!

I hated it, and yet I loved it. It was so dirty, so degrading. He was molesting me out in the open, in this filthy parking lot, like the lowest of whores. And he didn't even ask, he was just taking my body however he wanted it. But at the same time, I felt intense waves of pleasure from his touches. I was horribly ashamed, but I wanted him to do more.

"Please... not here," I begged. "Let's go somewhere else. I'll do whatever you want, but not out in the open like this, please."

He scoffed. "Oh, yeah, I guess an old lady like you has to worry about your reputation. Fine, I'll do you a favor and let you hide it. Get in the car."

I was so relieved. At least he was doing me this one bit of kindness, instead of taking me in public like a tramp. I turned to get back in the driver's seat, expecting that we would drive somewhere. But to my surprise, he grabbed my wrists and stopped me!

"No, not the driver's seat," he growled." "Get in the back." Then he slapped me firmly in the center of my butt. I gave a little cry of pain, humiliation, and pleasure. I felt like I had no choice now, I just had to do whatever he said.

So I did. I slid over and opened the back door. I started to step in, but he shoved me forward. I landed awkwardly, lying face-down across the back seat.

I was so bad. I was betraying the trust of my husband and son in the worst way possible. Lying here on the back seat, in this humiliating position, with nothing but the car door to protect my privacy. Mike wasted no time in taking advantage- he flipped up my skirt and pulled my panties off. I wish I could say that I fought him with all my strength, but the truth was, I didn't fight at all. Instead I raised my legs for him like a slut, making it easy for him to remove my panties. Of course he was so much bigger and stronger than me that it wasn't like I had any chance of fighting him, but it wasn't even a matter of strength. I felt brainwashed. Whatever he wanted from me, I wanted to give it to him.

I looked back over my shoulder. He was still wearing his shirt, but he had unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants to the ankles. That massive cock of his was standing up tall and proud, jutting out of his public hair like a lone pine tree growing out of the bushes. His eyes were full of a cold, monstrous lust. It was very obvious that he wanted to fuck me, and that he wasn't going to let anything stop him!

Then he shoved my head down into the seat, and I couldn't see anymore. Instead, I felt him step forward, pressing his cockhead against the steaming wetness of my vagina. Without even thinking about it, I had spread my legs to give him access. He did not hesitate. He took full advantage of my helpless position, and sank his cock fully inside me.

I was giving away my virtue to this beast, and letting him take the ultimate pleasure from my body. I was a horrible wife and mother. But it felt so good! My vagina was screaming in joy as he thrust his way inside me. It must have good for him, too: he was making the deep grunts and moans of a man in pure, animalistic pleasure with every stroke.

I'm sure it felt wonderful for Mike to force me open again with his monster of a cock. Wasn't that every man's dream, to feel a tight, wet pussy yielding to his massive shaft? And I was certainly making it sweet for him I was lying here in the lewdest possible way, with my legs sticking out and hips raised up to give him access! I was so wet that the juices were running down my legs. He was going balls deep on every stroke, using my butt cheeks like a pillow for his abs. And every time he did so, I squealed and moaned like a whore. I tried to contain it, I really tried, but the pleasure was just too strong to restrain my voice.