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Making my son happy

My son will not be bullied.

My step-son’s grades had dropped drastically and it was all due to bullying. I would often see boys laughing at him when I picked him up and it had gotten so bad that he no longer wanted to attend school. I wanted him to get away from everything, so I had left him at his grandma’s home for the weekend. It would give me a chance to search his room for any clues as to what exactly was going on with him. I cared about his grades but I cared more about his well-being and happiness.

I cleaned his room but found nothing under his bed or in his closet that would give me any type of insight into his situation. I checked his backpack and looked through his notebooks but everything seemed normal until I spotted a highlighted word on one of the pages.

“He never highlights anything,” I thought as I went back to look for the page.

My heart hurt when I read the highlighted word and the words that followed, “Virgin – Someone like Brandon McKellar who got rejected by Kelly (who I fucked).” Someone had written that in his notebook and it was definitely the reason why my son was devastated. He had mentioned Kelly to me a few times and I just hoped that whoever was bullying my son hadn’t actually slept with her.

I got on his computer and opened the email app on the taskbar. I looked through his inbox and my eyes widened when I read, “Kelly,” as one of the email subjects.

“No, please don’t be,” I thought as I clicked on the email.

I put my hand over my mouth when I saw a young girl, who I assumed to be Kelly, giving oral sex to my son’s bully. It didn’t look like she was very good at it, but I couldn’t imagine what my son had felt seeing such a video. Like that wasn’t enough, there was a second short video in which she mounted him until they orgasmed. I couldn’t believe that two 16-year old sophomores could do something so cruel to my son.

I exited the email and shut down the computer before going to my room to process the mess, “Kelly was just being naïve and probably not in on it, but the little devil knew exactly what he wanted to do,” I thought.

I’m a woman who rather stay quiet to avoid problems, but I usually end up thinking back to those moments and wish I had said something. This enraged me to no end and there was zero chance that I was going to stand back with my arms crossed while my baby was being humiliated.

I spent a lot of time thinking about it and a certain memory from my childhood kept coming back up. When I was in elementary school, there was a classmate who repeatedly teased me and even pushed me out in the playground. I would tell her to stop bullying me and it would just encourage her to keep going. Things got worse when I told the teacher, because she asked the girl if she had been bullying me. She got so mad at me for telling on her and she angrily approached me about it the following day. She pushed me against the brick wall and that triggered something inside of me to fight back and punch her straight in the face. I punched her so hard and later found out in the principal’s office that I had broken her nose. When we returned from suspension, she no longer bullied me and she was actually friendly to me.

I needed to do something similar for my 16-year old son in this situation. I had to take matters into my own hands, but I had to make sure it was the right decision. It had to be something that would put all of this in the past and rip out those horrible feelings out of my son. I spent a good part of the weekend researching options and considering everything I came across on the internet. Some methods were traditional and others were completely out of the box, but I knew that none of them would work with my son. I just hoped that in time I would come up with the perfect solution for my baby.

A few weeks went by and my urgency increased every time I saw my son’s face. He wasn’t himself anymore and it hurt me deeply. The situation had interfered in our lives and we weren’t spending our usual time together. He would stay in his room and lock the door instead of being down in the living room spending time with me. I was tired of it all and was determined to find a solution by the end of the week.

I kept seeing the same ideas online of going to an amusement park or taking a vacation but I knew I needed more than that. I began searching more specifically and many of the results were erotic stories dealing with women sleeping with their step-sons. I opened several stories and they were not what I expected at all. They weren’t just taboo sex stories, they dealt with problems like mine and seemed realistic.

“Do some women really do this?” I thought as I began reading one that caught my attention.

The story was told from the woman’s point of view, and I felt like she understood what I was going through. She wasn’t exactly in my position, but she was the same as me in the way that she loved her step-son.

One sentence that caught my attention read, “I had always had the pressure of living up to his biological mother and this was an opportunity to strengthen my relationship with him.” That struck a chord with me because of how tough it had been for me at first with my step-son.

I had been in Brandon’s life since he was 11 years old and it had been tough to earn my place, especially after his father died. His biological mother had been okay with us living as a family as long as she was able to see her son often but the death of his father changed things. He began splitting time with her and me but it was clear to me that he preferred her. I was not going to interfere with them and that led me to step out of the way many times. It wasn’t until high school that he began living with me but even that was only because of the proximity to the school. Regardless of what I felt or thought, I had truly come to love and care for Brandon.

I read the story up to the sexual part but decided to avoid reading the detailed sex paragraphs as I felt that it would make me uncomfortable. I jumped to the end to see the conclusion and it was such a heartwarming ending that it forced me to go back and read the sex. It was passionate, lustful, and it captured the love the step-mom had for her step-son. It was hard not to fantasize while I read it and it was even harder to not have a reaction between my thighs.

The following morning, I woke up with an intense sexual desire and that helped me make up my mind. I booked a hotel room in a city three hours away from us and started planning out the weekend. I called work to tell them that I wouldn’t be showing up and then I carefully looked through my closet for the perfect outfit. Nothing in my closet convinced me, so I would have to make a trip to the mall to find something special for Brandon.

I prepared his favorite breakfast and then went upstairs to wake him up. I wanted to say something about the trip we would be making, but I decided it was best to act normal and wait for the afternoon. He ate quietly and didn’t say a word on the drive to school either. It crushed me to see him so down, but I knew it was only a matter of hours before everything changed.

After dropping him off, I drove to the mall to get ready for the day. I went directly to the lingerie store and spent some time looking through the bras and panties. The store had a wide selection but I focused only on the sexy bras and panties. I wanted a strong reaction of surprise and lust from Brandon when he saw me, so I decided on a red bralette and a matching panty with lace-trim. I then went to get my hair and nails done for the first time in years.

It was a bit past noon when I left the mall but I didn’t want to wait any longer for Brandon. I drove to the school and told the lady in the attendance office that I was going to be picking up my son early. She called for him over the intercom and while he made his way to the office, I exited the school to bring the car to the front.

A minute later, he walked out the front door and got in the car, “What’s going on, mom?” he asked with a puzzled look.

 “We are going on a little trip,” I said, noticing how he looked at my hair and then spotted the pink bag in the backseat.

“Where? Why?” he asked.

“You’ll see, it will be fun,” I replied.

He didn’t say anything after that and I knew that I had some things to tell him before we got to the hotel. I didn’t know how much I wanted to tell him about what I knew and what I planned to do. For the meanwhile, I made small talk and tried cheering him up anyway I could.

About halfway to the hotel, I stopped at the gas station to fill the tank and buy some snacks. I was in line waiting to pay the cashier when I saw my son reach to the backseat for the bag. He grabbed it and looked inside before putting it back in place, but I was too far to see the reaction on his face. I nonchalantly handed him the snacks and saw that he was blushing.

“I guess he liked my purchase,” I thought as I walked over to the gas pump.

He was a lot quieter for the rest of the drive, and I hoped it was more because of what he had seen in the bag instead of his bully and Kelly. My thoughts shifted back to the story I had read the previous night and it reminded me that I had a few things to tell him.

“You know that I love you, right?” I asked

“Yes, but what is going on?” he replied.

“I love you is all that is going on,” I said with a smile. “And I don’t want to see you down and depressed all the time.”

He stayed quiet until we pulled up to the hotel and then asked, “What are we doing here?”

I parked the car without saying anything and then grabbed the bag from the backseat. I got out of the car and said, “C’mon, sweetie.” He stayed in the car seemingly confused while I headed to the lobby to get the key for the room. I turned around and was disappointed to see him still in the car.

I went up to the room and texted him, “430,” which was the room number. I made sure everything was okay with the room before I went into the bathroom. I showered quickly without wetting my hair and then placed the shower head between my legs while I checked my phone to see if he had replied. I shook my head and got out of the shower. I was drying my body when I thought that maybe he had walked in. I slightly opened the door to look outside but I didn’t see my baby. I finished drying myself then walked naked towards the bed. I grabbed my new bra and panty from the bag and placed them on the bed.

“Oh! I know what he will like,” I said as I took a picture of them and texted it to him.

I picked up the red bralette and felt its softness and lace with my fingers. I put it on and then stepped into the panties. I was looking at the reflection of my ass in the mirror when I heard a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat and began racing as I walked towards the door.

I turned off the lights and opened the door. “Come in, honey,” I said.

The room was very dark, so he couldn’t see what I was wearing. “What are you doing, mom?” he asked.

“Showing you how much I love you,” I said to my virgin step-son.

“The picture, I don’t get it,” he said. He maybe didn’t get it but he sure liked it because he hurried up to the room.

“Could you turn on the lamp to your right? I can’t see where I’m putting my phone,” I said.

He walked slowly to his right and touched the nightstand to guide himself to the light switch. He turned on the light while I was still nonchalantly trying to place the phone in a good position. I turned around and smiled when I saw his shocked reaction. His eyes were glued to my body and I loved it! I went back to placing the phone, acting like it was no big deal that I dressed in a sexy bra and panties in front of my son.

I began recording and the phone’s light turned on. “Turn off the light, baby,” I said.

He turned off the lamp and asked, “Why are you recording, mom?”

“When we are here, I’m not your mom,” I said before walking towards him. “I’m your woman, baby.” I pushed him down on the bed and crawled up to the waistband of his shorts. “Do you want me?” I asked with my fingers lightly tugging his shorts.

“Yes, I want you so bad,” he said.

My ass was in full display for the phone camera and that was how I had envisioned the video starting. I wanted everyone who saw the video to envy my son

“I love you,” I said as I pulled down his shorts and boxers.

I licked the right side of his erect dick and then moved my head the other way to suck the left side of his shaft. I repeated the same motions again before moving down to suck on his balls. My right hand gripped his shaft and slowly stroked him while I licked his ball sack. I moved his cock a bit back and licked the underside of his shaft all the way up to the tip of his head. I licked a circle around his head and then did it again the other way around. I kissed his head and gave it another long lick before sealing my red lips around it. I could feel my pussy juices soaking my panties and I already couldn’t wait to fuck my son.

I slowly descended my mouth on his length and didn’t stop until my lips made contact with the base of his dick. He moved my hair out of my face and then placed his right hand on my left hand. I looked up into his eyes and slowly came back up to suck on his head while I lightly squeezed his hand. I let him out of my mouth and kissed his head.

“You think Kelly would do better?” I asked, thinking back to the video I had seen.

He nodded his head and brought me up his body. “I love you,” he said before kissing me deeply.

He kissed me with so much passion but I knew he was also full of lust for me. He caressed my ass and squeezed it while I pressed my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues met each other and my baby kept enjoying the feeling of my round ass.

“Do you like what I put on tonight, baby?” I asked in between kisses.

“You look great,” he said and moved his hands up to my breasts.

“Why don’t you fuck me? Fuck your woman,” I said, reaching around to unclasp my bra and free my breasts. I smiled as I held the bra from falling and revealing my breasts and pink nipples.

He moved my panties aside and ran his head over my hot slit. I let the bra go and he immediately began licking one of my nipples. His head found my wet opening and his cock slid right into me. I kissed his forehead and ground my hips while he continued playing with my nipples.

“I love you so much,” I said.

He grabbed my ass and began thrusting up slowly into me. I moaned into his ear and grabbed the back of his head to bring him closer to my breasts. I loved the feeling of his body touching mine and everything that he was doing to bring me pleasure. He got two handfuls of my tits and then licked and sucked on my nipples. I hadn’t been satisfied in a long time and my pussy reacted with a light squirt. I was so hot and lost in the pleasure that I had forgotten I was recording the action.

He stopped thrusting and said, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me,” I said, grounding my hips. “I’m your woman, you can cum in me”

He spread my ass cheeks and thrusted harder and faster than before. He groaned at the pleasure and I moaned louder as he brought me closer to an explosive orgasm. Our tongues met again in a delicious French kiss. His fingertips were close to my asshole and almost like if he was reading my mind, he began rubbing it. I had long fantasized about anal play and it melted my body to feel him playing with my tight asshole. He pushed his curious finger inside and that was enough to make me orgasm.

“Ohhhh! Fuucckk!” I cried in my sexual delirium, with my pussy squirting juice all over him and asking for his hot cum.

He tightly squeezed my ass and let his seed fill me up, “Uugghh!”

“I love you so much, Brandon,” I said before letting my weight down on him to catch my breath. “I don’t want to see you sad anymore.”

“I’m not, I’m so happy now,” he said.

I gave him a peck on the lips before getting up to get my phone. “We put on a show,” I said with a smile.

“Why did you record?” he asked.

“So you can brag a little,” I said, taking off my panties and handing them to him. “Look what you did,” I said as he grabbed my soaked panties.

He smiled and said, “You are amazing, mom.”

I gave him another peck on the lips and said, “Remember, I’m not your mom here.”

“Ok, I got it,” he said.

We kissed and hugged each other for some minutes before closing our eyes to fall asleep. He embraced me so tightly and I could feel his kisses as I fell asleep. It was wonderful to have my baby with me and it meant the world to me to be able to make him happy.

The following morning, I woke up before him and that gave me some time to think about the previous night. I felt strange but it wasn’t a feeling of regret. It was like it had been a dream, and I wasn’t sure what to do or say once he woke up. The purpose of it had been to come closer with him and make him happy, so I hoped he wouldn’t wake up with any bad feelings.

I grabbed the panties from the floor and got dressed to go get some breakfast. When I returned to the room, he was in bed with his phone in his hand. I placed the breakfast on the bed and realized that it wasn’t his phone.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

He turned the phone my way and showed me the video, “It came out really good.”

“You don’t feel strange about it?” I asked.

“No, I loved it,” he said.

“So did I,” I said.

We looked at each other while we ate and his smile let me know that he was back to his old self. It had been too long since I had seen him happy and felt such closeness to him. It was a new beginning for us and I wanted to make sure that I deleted his bully and Kelly from his mind.

After breakfast, it was almost time to leave but there was an undeniable look of lust in his eyes. I didn’t want to approach him, I wanted for him to take me as his woman by his own will. I was making the bed when he walked up behind me and squeezed my ass cheek.

“I want you,” he said, reaching around to unzip my jeans.

“I’m all yours, honey,” I said.

He pulled down my jeans and moved my panties aside, which gave him a delightful view of my ass. He kissed my ass cheeks and then brought his delicious cock to my pussy. He pushed his head in and grabbed my ass to get a good hold of me. He buried his cock in me and began pounding me. My round ass bounced on his thighs every time his cock penetrated me fully.

“Just like that, baby!” I encouraged him.

He spread my ass and furiously pounded me with all his lust. He remembered how he had made me cum, and he promptly rubbed my asshole with his thumb. My cries of pleasure filled the room and I didn’t care who heard them. I was Brandon’s woman and only he could have me. He pressed his thumb inside my asshole, causing my pussy to squirt some juices.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said and buried his entire thumb inside of me.

“Fuck! Ohhhh! Fuuckk!” I cried, with my pussy letting out a powerful squirt and waves of pleasure running through my entire body.

“Uugghh!” he emptied his balls into me.

I fixed my panties and pulled up my jeans, as it was time to get going. It had been a successful trip but there was still business to take care of back home. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, fixed my hair, but I didn’t get his cum out of my pussy before we left.

On our way home, he was much more talkative and there was no sign of sadness in him. The part of my plan to get my step-son back was complete, but I was still aware that we had to get back at the bully. I had to make sure that the bully understood not to mess with my son anymore. The only thing was that I didn’t know how to approach it with my son. I had told him I was recording our sex so he could brag, but I wasn’t sure we were exactly on the same page because he didn’t know that I knew about his bully and Kelly.

He interrupted my thoughts by asking, “Why did you mention, Kelly?”

The perfectly timed question surprised me and I answered, “You had mentioned her to me a few times.”

He thought about it for a second and said, “Oh, okay.”

I smiled at him and added, “You also had me pretty hot.”

He smiled and that was that for the conversation. I needed to find a way to tell him what I knew, or I would just have to reply to his bully on my own account. I wanted for him and his buddies to see my son fucking a gorgeous woman. They obviously wouldn’t know it was step-mother and step-son, as I would edit and crop the video to ensure some privacy.

We arrived home and the first thing he asked was, “So you are my mom again?”

I laughed and said, “Yes, that stuff stays over there.”

“When can we go again?” he asked.

“We’ll see about it, sweetie,” I said, knowing perfectly well that we would both want sex really often.

For the time being, I wanted to keep things under control and see how they went before I took a decision of what our relationship would become. I needed to take it step-by-step and the next move was to go up to his room and get back at his bully.

“Honey, can I use your computer?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said.

I connected my phone to the computer with a USB cable and began editing the video. I saved a copy of it instead of updating the original one and then played it full screen. He looked over at me when he heard my moans in the video and came over to see what I was doing.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Getting the video ready to send out,” I said.

“Wait! To who!?” he asked in surprise.

“You’ll see,” I said, clicking on the email app.

“No! Don’t look at my email!” he interjected.

“Honey, I know about this,” I said.

“How? You checked my email?” he asked.

“I was trying to find out why you were so down and I found the email,” I confessed. “I’m sorry I invaded your privacy like that but I couldn’t stand seeing you so sad.”

“That’s why we took the trip?” he asked.

“We took the trip because I love you so much, and I recorded to get back at this idiot,” I said.

I attached the edited video to the reply and looked at my son before hitting the reply button.

“Send it,” he said. “Let’s see what he says now.”

“They were so cruel to you, but you are now getting the last laugh,” I said.

“I love you, mom,” he said.

We didn’t have to wait long for the bully to reply, “WTF! Who is she?”

I looked at my son and we smiled at each other before I replied to the email, “She’s my girl.”

We didn’t receive another reply from the bully but he must have sent it around because we received an email from Kelly.

“OMG! I wanna ride!” she said.

My son grabbed the keyboard and replied, “I’m good.”

I smiled at him, as he turned down his crush. I honestly wouldn’t mind if he showed Kelly a good fuck but for now I wanted him all to myself. Maybe I would share him later in a delicious threesome with Kelly, but he would first have to practice a lot with me. I had taken his virginity and it was only right for him to take my anal virginity.

“We should get some sleep, sweetie,” I said then kissed him on the cheek. “I love you so much.”

I really wanted to sleep in his bed but that would have surely lead to sex, so I had to force myself to go sleep in my room.

“I love you, mom,” he said.

I was happy with how everything had gone and things were definitely looking up for us. There was so much that I still wanted to do with my step-son, but I had to be careful that no one found out about our relationship. If Brandon wasn’t careful, his biological mother could suspect something or maybe she would somehow end up seeing our sex video. The bully had sent the video around and people were surely talking about my step-son’s feat. I just hoped that if she did see the video that she wouldn’t be able to tell that it was her son. Regardless, shutting up those idiots was worth the risk. Nobody was going to stop us from enjoying each other in bed anyways.

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