It never got old. Reverberations from the punch sent pleasure straight to Andrew’s cock, causing it to throb while his balls clenched. He never liked noisy victims, making this wimp an exception as he whined like a horny teenage girl. The punch would leave him with a black eye, there was no doubt, and while it might have been all Andrew needed to do, he couldn’t resist the pleasure of punching the wimp three more times in the stomach.
“You’re gonna tell your mom it was me, right?”
“Y-Yes, I’ll tell her,” the wimp whined, confused as to why his bully wanted to be told on.
“You fuckin’ better, or this gets worse, faggot.”
Shoving him to the ground, Andrew swallowed and gave his erection a quick squeeze. Leaving the wimp in the alley, he confidently strode away, acting like nothing had happened. No one had seen the exchanged, and so he felt safe that there wouldn’t be complications.
Arriving home a short time later, Andrew couldn’t resist masturbating as he remembered every detail of the event. Imagining different ways to torture the wimp, and with an explosive result Andrew blew his load across the carpet without concern.
The next day was Sunday, and after waking up and getting dressed he ate breakfast as he waited for an eventual visit. Letting his rottweiler outside, he tied it to a chain that connected to the trailer before setting down a bowl of dog food. It was almost noon when he heard car tires on gravel, looking out the window to see an SUV parking in front of his trailer.
The trailer park was quiet on Sunday, and Andrew waited by the door as he heard footsteps approaching. After a few knocks he paused a moment longer before answering, finally opening it to find the wimp’s mother standing before him, dressed in yoga pants and a tank top with her hair tied in a bun.
“Well here I am,” she said, putting one hand on her hip while petting his dog with the other.
Looking towards the SUV, Andrew caught a glimpse of her son in the passenger seat watching them, before sinking below the window and hiding.
“You brought him along?”
Knowing her son couldn’t see her face, the mother grinned and winked. “Why not? He’ll just have to wait on us, and it’s not like he’s brave enough to approach the door with Buster guarding it.”
Andrew chuckled, stepping aside and letting her in as he closed the door behind her, getting one last glance at the wimp peeking above the SUV’s window. Now together, the two embraced in a passionate kiss as they both quickly undressed. Andrew could smell her perfume, adding to his arousal as she pushed him to the bedroom.
“I can’t believe you gave him another black eye,” she moaned, shoving him onto the bed while pulling off his pajama bottoms, “the last one had just healed.”
“It felt so good doing it,” he admitted, groaning as her mouth engulfed his cock, “plus I knew how much you’d love it. I bet your pussy was wet the entire time he confessed.”
“You have no idea,” she giggled, slapping his dick on her lips. “When I heard him crying in the shower, I stood outside the door and came three times while fingering myself.”
“Only three?”
“Well he finished his shower,” she laughed.
After enough felatio to get him hard, the two changed positions, letting the mother lay on her back while Anthony mounted her in a mating press. Wasting no time, the teenage bully began fucking the horny mother, enjoying the fruits of his labor from beating her son.
As much pleasure as her pussy gave him, he had to keep thinking of yesterday, and how good it felt to bash the wimp. Wishing he could do both at the same time, he lost himself in thoughts of abusing her son in even darker ways. Stomping, kicking, choking, nothing was off limits for his imagination, and the resulting arousal carried through his thrusts, fucking the wimp’s mother even harder.
Her face flushed, sweat began to bead, her hair bun came loose and quickly became frazzled. With her legs in the air and on his shoulders, he had no issue pushing all his weight onto her, crushing her pussy with each thrust and loving the resulting yelps.
Her volume was also slowly increasing, and he shuddered at the excitement that her son might somehow hear them having sex. The prospect was a new kink he hadn’t imagined before, and now it was all he could think about. Having her son listen while crying made him even harder, and after a few slaps to her fat titties, he began teasing her with the idea.
“Moan louder, slut, your son needs to hear it.”
She followed his order, letting her voice out as the dirty bed creaked and the trailer slightly rocked. He could feel when she came, her pussy tightening around him, accompanied by a louder and shriller moan.
Buster was barking outside now, but the door was locked, and Anthony had no fear of her son actually walking in on them. Yet something didn’t feel right. Buster’s barking sounded like it was aimed toward the door, not away from it. From the odd angle, there was nothing he should be barking at, not unless someone was on the other side of the trailer. Of course the only thing on that side was a bedroom window, too high for anyone to look in.
That’s when he heard shuffling, along with what sounded like a box being placed below the window. Anthony’s cock gave a throb, and as he continued to thrust, he looked to the small glass opening to find her son, the wimp, spying at them through it.
The look of shock and horror on his face nearly made Anthony cum, and much to his excitement, the wimp didn’t immediately run off crying. Instead he stayed in place, longer and longer, just watching as his bully fucked his precious mommy.
“Do you want me to cum in you?” Anthony asked, thinking quick as her son continued staring.
“Yes, yes please cum in me,” she moaned back, her eyes completely shut as she lost herself to pleasure, unaware that her son was watching.
“Say it louder,” he ordered.
“Please cum inside me!”
“Shout it, bitch, I want your faggot son to hear it!”
Too far gone to care, the milf moaned in response, shouting what he wanted. “Cum inside my pussy! It’s your reward for beating up my son!”
Anthony locked eyes with the wimp who was now starting to cry. Closing one eye and sticking his tongue out, he continued fucking the mother while never looking away from the wimp. It was beyond erotic, and made it very difficult to resist his orgasm.
“Do you like it when I beat up your son?” he asked, grinning at the wimp.
“I love it when you beat him!”
“What if I bashed him right in front of you?”
“Oh god, I think I’d cum on the spot, I wouldn’t be able to hide it,” she howled.
“Then I want you to invite me over for dinner,” he grunted, still thrusting, “we’ll pretend I’m there to apologize and make amends.”
“Oh fuck, are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“Oh god, yes, yes let’s do it!”
With that, Anthony gave a few more pumps before his orgasm arrived, emptying his balls into her pussy with a dozen powerful shots, all in sight of her son. Only after their climaxes subsided did the wimp step off the box and run back to the SUV, leaving them alone.
“When should I invite you over?” the mother asked, breathless as they slowly cleaned themselves.
“How about right now? I can ride home with you guys, and we can finally show your loser son his place in life.”
The milf bit her lip, struggling to say no. Finally, she gave in, kissing the bully and nodding happily. “Okay, I guess it’s been long enough … It’s time he found out about us.”
“Hell yeah … and it’s time you saw me batter the faggot. I promise I won’t be holding back.
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