bluvelvet99:Your bully is at your house. you and him are trying to finish your school project last
bluvelvet99: Your bully is at your house. you and him are trying to finish your school project last minute. Well… it’s just you who’s trying to finish it. It’s only because that asshole didn’t do the tiny fifth of the work you gave him to do as a token expectation. You only gave him that portion because you didn’t want to imply that he was stupid by not giving him anything to do at all. You leave the basement for a second because you need to ask your mom if there’s more glue in the house. You ran out. Probably because you were passive aggressively pressing the glue stick too hard to the paper in anger. Your bully didn’t notice and even if he did he wouldn’t have cared. You go upstairs to see your mom in her underwear. Your heart skips a beat when you see it. you’ve seen her in her underwear before, it’s just that you realized in that second that you were lucky your bully didn’t see her like this. You tell your mom that your classmate is downstairs. She gasps realizing what she almost let him get an eyeful of. She tells you to keep him busy for the next few minutes while her pants finish in the dryer. It was laundry day. You come back downstairs with the glue your mom gave you. It was a stick of glue sitting in your closet for years. Probably the last one. But the closet was cluttered so god knows what’s in it. You hoped it would work. Luckily it did. You continued on the project as your bully sat watching television. The volume was on so loud that you couldn’t hear yourself think. You didn’t dare tell him to turn it down though. But then he shut the t.v. off. Thank god!! “I’m going out for a smoke” he said. Your heart jumped out of your chest. “no! you can’t.” you squeeked out meekly. “why the fuck not?!!!” he snapped back, unnecessarily. You stood silent there for a second while he beat you down with his grimace. Then the grimace slowly transformed itself into a smile. “I’m just fucking with you queer. Why can’t i go outside?" You realized he was joking with the whole yelling thing, but for some reason you couldn’t say anything. “……uh,” was all that came out. He just laughed and started walking upstairs. you hear your mom start with “did the glue wor-” She must have thought that was you coming upstairs for a second. You could tell by the silence from upstairs that she realized otherwise. Then you hear “uhhh… No. The glue is.. it’s dry. We need some more glue.” "…okay. I think i have more in the closet.” The closet was in the hallway, away from the living room. You could tell by the sound of bare foot steps that your mom was walking towards it and away from the gaze of your bully. You cringed at the realization that she had to face the other way and show her ass to him while she walks in order to get away from him. You were trying to explain the meaning of the word irony to that idiot in vain earlier in the day. Too bad you didn’t want to talk about this to him because that was just a textbook example of it. Unfortunately she wasn’t going to get out of his sight that easily, because you heard a second set of big heavy footsteps headed for the same direction. Following her to the closet, with his eyes definitely still on her ass as it ate her panties with each step like a fleshy pacman. Your bully was one of the ghosts following her around the corner. You could hear your mom rummaging through the closet. Your bully said “i’ll help you look.” And you heard the rummaging noises double. It was a walk in closet, but it wasn’t that big. Not exactly meant for two people. You remember when you’d play hide and seek as a kid. You’d hide in there with your female friend. You liked doing that because it forced the both of you to squeeze together a bit, even when you were just kids it was a tight fit. Your bully is a linebacker. Your mom’s ass alone could barely fit in there. It would be impossible for her ass to be turned away from him and to be looking on one of the shelves at the same time. So likely her barely clothed ass was pressed against his in there. Your mouth was dry. Your heart was drumming up a storm inside of you. “well it’s definitely not on this side. Let’s take a look at your side. I just need to turn around.” Okay, now he’s definitely crotch-to-ass with her. your mom hadn’t said a word. She was being dwarfed by that big dumb ape in her own closet. She broke her silence with “i think you should get out. Just so i could loo-“ “no, no. Don’t worry. I’ll help you find it. I don’t want you to be searching alone." She didn’t respond to that. By the sound of her initial request, she was too intimidated to. You heard more ruffling sounds. This time they sounded more exaggerated, as if your bully was trying to play up the intensity of the search to justify his gyrating and pressing into her harder. Your mom put forth a few extremely meek and awkward suggestions that he leave her to look for it herself, to which he insisted that he can’t let the host of the house look all by herself. He suggested that it might be on the top shelf. He offered to give her a boost. Apparently she complied non verbally because you could hear her be hoisted up. You remembered how high the top shelf was. You remembered it well enough to know that your mom had to be high enough for her ass to be in your bully face. And the closet is tight enough for him to smell her. "Don’t do that..” she pathetically objected. Your stomach dropped. She whispered that as if she didn’t want you to hear what was happening downstairs. She didn’t spend enough time in the basement to know that you can hear everything from that closet through the vent. “I’m sorry. I was just playing around,” your bully shot back at regular volume. “Shhh” your mom responded, still whispering, “He can hear us downstairs." "Well than all the more reason to not make a fuss,” he whispered back. The butterflies that made a home in your stomach a few minutes ago just fucking exploded. “keep looking up there.” You could hear kissing noises as the rustling on the top shelf continued. He obviously couldn’t be kissing her face. “Stop pushing my head away or i’ll drop you” he threatened in hushed tones, “I just want to kiss it.” For the next minute he answered all her “no“‘s and “stop”s with either “shhh. He might hear” or with more kissing. “Maybe you should look at the bottom shelf. Bend down and take a peek." You jumped as the slapping noises started. You jumped again as you heard the closet door shut. You could only cringe at the sound of the shelves rattling for the next 10 minutes and your bully saying “ohhh ya. fuck. That feels so good” You sat horrified through all of this, too cowardly to walk upstairs at any point, even though you knew just your presence alone would have stopped all of it from happening. You just didn’t want to deal with your bully knowing you knew about him seeing your mom in her panties. But now you let it lead to so much more. Finally the noise stopped. Then the noise of the back door opening and closing. You could see your bully from the basement window in your backyard having a smoke. The satisfaction on his face was blood curdling as he took drags from the cigarette. He blew a ring of smoke, and then started putting his finger through the ring like he was fucking it. You continued on with your project in an attempt to keep your mind off of what just happened. You were pressing the glue stick down extra extra hard this time. You continued on as your bully came back downstairs with that satisfied look from outside still glued to his big head. You finished the project without saying a word to him. He took it home that night so that he could bring it to school the next morning, making it look like he did something. You walked upstairs expecting to have to shamefully look away from your mom as inconspicuously as possible, only to find the upstairs empty. The dryer was done, and she hadn’t taken any of the clothes out to sort them. You walked down the hallway to head to your room and that’s where you seen her, scrubbing the ground in the closet with her bare naked ass up in the air. It jiggled back and forth as she scrubbed. You’ve never seen her ass totally naked like this before. She got up and was startled to see you there. She then pretended like everything was normal, she smiled and she walked past you without looking at you. You just turned around and looked at her as she walked into the kitchen. Her naked ass jiggled along with her fake cheerfulness. You’ve never seen a naked woman before. You were about to go to your room when she asked “you didn’t eat anything today did you? too busy working, you guys. Do you want something to eat?” "…….sure.” You sat down at the kitchen table and watched your bottomless mom fix something up for you. She was overcompensating to create a sense of normal, either because she felt guilty, or she wanted to downplay any strange vibes you might pick up on. She failed though. She kept her eyes away from you the whole time. This gave you plenty enough time to take in exactly what it was your bully got a piece of, front and back. You were shocked to find that you were getting turned on at thinking about his pelvis thrusting into that fleshy ass. You sat and ate with her like you would have on any other day. It was only then you wondered where her panties went. Your cock grew hard at the thought of him picking at the strings as she pushes his hands away, only giving up because she didn’t want to make a fuss big enough that you’d hear it. But you heard it anyway. So she let him slip her panties off in vain. She let him do so much in vain. The next day your bully was late for class. You were sweating buckets, hoping that he wouldn’t just skip the day and leave you with and F grade on the assignment you put your all into. Luckily he did show up. It was the first time you were happy to see him in your life. ” I made a few changes to the look of the project last night,” he said to you. You just stared at him. He unraveled the poster paper and you immediately were taken in by the aesthetic beauty of the red flannel color scheme. Your teacher was pretty impressed with it as well. That’s actually all he liked about your project actually. He had nothing but bad things to say about all the rest of the work that you put into it. I guess your bully wasn’t an idiot after all. He pumped your grade up to a B from a would-be D with just that one contribution. You just hoped that nobody in your class would realize that the same centerpiece that held your poster together so well, used to be swallowed up by your mom’s ass. -- source link