Monday, January 7, 2013

Bully Gets Wimp's Mother - Part Three

By Psiberdreaming

...continued from Part Two!

Olivia, still shaken, could not believe what she had said to her son's bully in that alley. Close to 24 hours later and she now felt ashamed that she had betrayed her son in that way, even though she still enjoyed the lingering flashes back to the orgasm she felt at the hands of her son's bully. 

She spent yesterday at the emergency room - again - as apparently Tim's arm did re-fracture when his cast broke against the curb of the street. He arrived late, hobbling in and sobbing after lying in the street, writhing in pain, for about a half an hour before he pitifully picked up his bag and went to school.

The principle called Tim over when he spied him finally stepping on campus. His heart went out to him as he called an ambulance and the boy's mother. Tim felt reassured as the man showed an overt amount of sympathy... more sympathy than his mother did, when she arrived at the hospital.

 Confusing the anger she felt at Tim for being such a perceived waste of manhood and the anger she had toward herself for not interfering with the violence perpetrated upon him, (after all, didn't she just stand there, witnessing the torture from across the street, feeling herself turn on in a way that she hadn't since she was in high school - when she was always manipulating the bigger and rougher boys into inflicting pain on weaker shits), she wasn't in a good mood at all. Standing in the emergency room, waiting for x-rays and re-castings of the arm and anything else the doctors wished to see, all she could do was feel put out and put upon.

 What added to the entire situation and made it all so much worse, for her, was that while her son wallowed in pain and humiliation, she was crying out in orgasmic bliss at the hands of the bully - screaming for him to hurt her son as she came harder than she had in years. 

Driving Tim home from the hospital, she looked at him for a moment and then muttered, "Maybe you should stop antagonizing him." 

"What?" he exclaimed in shock. 

"You heard me. Stop making him hurt you." 

Tim began crying. 

"Is that going to solve anything? STOP acting like a little pussy and STOP pissing him off and maybe you'll STOP getting beat on! Jesus Christ, you are such a wimp; you never defend yourself and then you come sniveling to me OR your father OR the principle about it!" she spat. 

Her son just continued to sob and tried plying his excuses. 

"JUST SHUT UP!" she screamed. "I can't handle this anymore! Settle your own problems or keep away from him, but stop going to other people to fix your business! It is not anyone's problem but your own and the more you share the more pathetic you seem and then I have to be embarrassed by you! Just stop!" 

She drove silently the rest of the way home, Olivia not understanding anymore than her son as to what just happened. She definitely was no longer up for any mother of the year awards. Especially since she could not deny that there was a certain arousing sensation she experienced when she was yelling at Tim.

Removing the keys from the ignition, she turned toward him as he opened the car door. Grabbing his closest arm - his broken arm - she pulled him back and he screamed in pain. 

"Don't try talking to your father about any of this. I mean it. Do you understand me?" 

He sniffled as he looked at the rage on her face. It frightened him. 

"Answer me, Tim, do you understand me?" 

"Yes," he mumbled. 

"Good. Now go straight up to your room and don't come down again tonight."

He ran inside and up the stairs and she knew that he did as he was told, as she heard his bedroom door slamming in an angry retort. She could care less about that right now though... let him sulk. As long as he didn't do it around her or disturb her for the next thirty minutes or so.

Gliding into the master bedroom, Olivia closed the door. Ripping the zipper of her skirt down, she stepped out of it as it hit the ground and yanked her panties down. Lying back on the bed, she brought her hand down to her incredibly juicy cunt and began to rub hard.

 "I haven't been this wet since high school," she muttered as she felt her juices squish. Lying back, Olivia commenced manipulating her pussy, her hand a blur.

 There was no desire in her to even play at slowness as she rammed three fingers immediately into her hairy twat and finger fucked herself hard. Repeatedly ramming herself, hard enough to cause bruising, she raised her legs by bringing her feet up on the bed to her ass.

 Moaning loud, she was neither cognizant nor empathetic of whether her son could hear her or not.

 "Oh fuck, yes, come on, cum you wet bitch!" she screamed, almost hoping the wimp could hear her and realize that pushing him around turned her on. Her motherly instincts did not even exist right now, they were shoved deep within herself, as a darkness raised its horny head and took control; and this darkness turned her the fuck on.

 She gripped hard, squeezing her cunt, attempting to imitate the way the bully had handled her. Moving her palm against her clit, Olivia pushed her hand down hard, rubbing in an intense and speedy blur, spreading her legs out and then closing them, gripping her hand as she came. 

But this wasn't just a normal orgasm. She intensified the experience as the familiar stirrings started to hit by flashing through images in her mind of the bully hurting Tim and then her hurting and humiliating him. Olivia gasped as she threw her pelvis in the air, straining in orgasm as thick white liquid flowed out of her twat - this is how she squirted, when she did -- but that hadn't happened since she was eighteen. She shook, uncontrollably, as the flow increased and then ended, seeing her fall back to the bed breathing hard. 

"Oh my God! Oh fuck!" Olivia gasped as she tried to catch her breath, her abdomen rising and lowering quickly.

 She could hear Tim crying through the wall of her bedroom and realized that he probably heard her and haphazardly connected some dots.

 "What the fuck is wrong with me," she gasped as she lie there, spread out and spent. 

...to be continued!

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