Block Party Bully

I shot him my best grin and said, "I'm gonna tell you one last time. Let her go, asshole."

I briefly looked into my mom's eyes and they were wide open, but still very glassy as though she were trying to determine if what she was seeing was real or simply a dream. I cast my glance over her shoulder to once again look at Mr. Jacobson, and stared directly into his eyes.

He let my mom go and backed up a step or two, then said, "We were only joking, Ryan. You didn't have to hurt the boys."

I didn't say a word, but moved towards my mom and stooped to grasp her dress from the ground. Fortunately, I had been trained to expect something like this, so I kept an eye on Mr. Jacobson as I bent over. He must have thought he had the perfect opportunity to settle the score for his sons, as he stepped forward and swung his foot in the direction of my face. Clearly he had a bit to drink, because he was off balance and I easily caught his heel and pushed it skyward, sending the large man ass over teakettle. He landed with a thud, and I pounced on him, landing a couple short, hard blows to his chubby face. He grunted and moved his hands to cover up, and I quickly jumped off him and stood looking down at his sad shape.

Nothing was said for a minute as we all remained unmoving in our places. I could see Mr. Jacobson looking up at me through his fingers as he clutched his face, so I stated aloud so he and his boys could hear clearly, "If I ever, and I mean ever, see you scumbags near my family, I promise you'll get it far worse than tonight. Understood?"

There was a grumbling sound which came from Edward's direction, but nothing else. I became a bit frustrated by their lack of enthusiasm, so I kicked Mr. Jacobson in the gut, not very hard mind you, and then repeated louder, "Understood?"

All three said yes and I could see a couple head nods as well. I have to admit, it was pretty intoxicating beating the hell out of the bully on the block, and I felt my blood pumping through my veins. I once again thought of my dad passed out inside our home as I looked at the three men on the ground, and I shook my head in disgust.

I wanted to minimize the chances of future problems, so I added, "Good, I'd hate to have to call the cops and tell them how you all tried to rape my mother here tonight." With that I went back and stood near Mom and lifted her dress off the path. I was kind of surprised that when I had dispatched the guys, she didn't immediately pull the dress up, but I figured she was probably in shock, or maybe just quite drunk.

As I tried to get the dress up over her hips, I had to lean in and twist it upwards, bringing my face inches from her right breast. It was not large, maybe a B cup at best, but was the perfectly shaped without the slightest sag. Pretty damn nice for a woman in her mid-forties, I thought. Hell, they were better than most of the twenty-something's I'd dated. I couldn't help but feel tightness in my groin as I soaked in my mother's form.

After I slid the fabric over her chest, I struggled to get the straps back in place, but finally accomplished my task. I found it was a lot easier to undress a woman who'd had a few drinks than dress them!

I looked into mom's eyes and gave her a smile, letting her know everything was okay, and then gave her a big hug. I pulled back and gazed into her eyes once more. She looked so vulnerable, and I was feeling so strong, before I even knew what I was doing I leaned in and kissed her.

Mom didn't move as our lips touched, so I slowly applied more pressure and kissed her more firmly. I felt her lips open slightly, so I moved my tongue just into her mouth and flicked it across her own. She made a whimpering sound but didn't pull away, and as I was about to take her in my arms once more when I remembered where we were and who may have been watching, so I quickly recoiled.

I took Mom's hand and gave it a gentle tug, leading her once down the greenway towards our home. We entered the yard through the back gate, and then continued on to the house. I opened the door and with my hand on the small of her back, softly prodded her into the kitchen.

Once inside, I finally got a good look at her. There was a mist in her eyes as though she was looking at me from far away, but she gave me a weak smile and said, "Thank you for taking care of me, Ryan."

Mom began blushing again, and I hoped it was from excitement. I moved to her and gave her a big hug, whispering in her ear, "I'll always take good care of you, Mother." Her body felt warm and small in my arms, so I held her for a long while.

I couldn't get the thought of our earlier kiss out of my mind, and had to try again. I relaxed my arms a bit as I eased my head back, and then brought my nose down to hers. She looked up at me and her eyes fluttered a bit before she closed them slowly. I took it as a sign to proceed, so I lowered my lips and gave her another soft kiss.

Mom's hands tensed around my hips, holding me, not in an attempt to push me away. I was certain my wildest dreams were about to come true, so I kissed he more aggressively, and she responded in kind. I have no idea if it was the way she always sounded when she kissed passionately, but she made soft whimpering sounds into my mouth as our tongues danced together.

We stayed like that in the kitchen for a good two minutes until I slid my hands forward to cup her breasts through her dress. At first she just moaned louder as I kneaded her tender flesh, but then she moved her hands to my chest and pushed me away firmly.

I cannot even begin to tell you how disappointed I was at that moment and stared down upon her in disbelief. Mom raised her hand and wiped her mouth with her forearm. She then looked up at me and sheepishly said, "Maybe we both need to hit the hay."

I couldn't believe the best chance that I'd ever had to bed my dream girl was about to end. I knew she had a few cocktails that evening, and I thought I may never get another opportunity, so I had to press my luck. My mind raced for what to do or say. For whatever reason, the vanquished Jacobson boys came into my head, and one simple strategy came to mind. Since she appeared so submissive when they pushed things, I thought maybe I could too. I stared directly into her eyes and said, "You didn't pay the toll yet."

She looked at me with confusion all over her pretty face, and asked, "What toll."

"The toll you owe me for saving you from the Jacobson boys," I said as matter of fact as possible. I hoped that by being clam, I could always claim it was a joke if she freaked out.

I saw a puzzled look on her face, and then she blushed as she became aware of just what I meant.

Much like Mr. Jacobson had done, I moved behind her and touched her shoulders gently. In a soft voice I whispered in her ear, "Just one article of clothing, Mother." She stood as still as a statue and did not utter even the slightest grunt in defiance. I slowly moved my fingers across her neck until they found the spaghetti straps which supported her dress. Without another word, I slid the straps outward then down her sleek arms.

I was candidly surprised that Mom didn't move, but thrilled nonetheless. My hands went to her hips and began tugging the dress downward until, like before, it made a lump at her feet. I dropped to my knees and lifted one foot, then the other, and removed the pretty sundress from the floor and cast it over a nearby chair. My eyes wandered up her toned legs to her taut little bottom, encased by a skimpy pair of lavender panties.

My body was on fire as I took in the nearly naked backside of my mom. I couldn't help it as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her abdomen and planted kisses all over the soft skin of her derrière. I heard her moan as her hands began stroking my arms, and at the sound a pulse shot through my entire body, particularly my groin.

I slowly got to my feet and let my hands wander up her body as I went. I stood close behind her and began nibbling on her shoulders and neck. She actually tilted her head back, giving me greater access to her tender parts, and my mouth wandered across them with relish. I remembered her perfect little breasts and just had to hold them in my hands. I eased my fingers up her tummy until they cupped her little orbs.

Time seemed to stand still as I just held her like that for a while, then I ran my hands a bit higher and found her hard little nipples. I very gently rolled them between my fingers, drawing a large intake of air from my mom. She must have liked what I was doing, because she slowly pressed her body back and almost imperceptible began rocking against me.

My mom reached her hands back and placed them on my thighs as I continued to assault her sexy body. I kissed my way up her neck, and then nibbled on her earlobe. As my lips grazed her ear, I just had to say, "I love you, Mom."

"Oh, god, I love you too," she whimpered in response, then gave each of my thighs a squeeze in her small hands.

I couldn't believe I was actually in the family kitchen, holding my mother's breasts, my dad asleep just upstairs. "Holy shit, "I suddenly thought to myself. In all the drama of the evening, I completely forgot about him! My heart was already beating like a drum from excitement, but suddenly my pulse quickened even more at the prospect of being caught.

Sweat formed on my brow, but I didn't break away from my mother. I was certain he would be soundly asleep until long into the morning, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Still, it was chancy doing what we were in a well-lighted first floor kitchen, so I took mom's hand and nearly dragged her up to my room.

It may have been crazy actually moving closer to my parent's room, but at least I could lock the door. I had also been dreaming about bringing a girl back to my room for years, but my conservative parents would never allow me to have someone in my room with the door closed. Ironically, that was about to change.

I closed the door behind us firmly, and then advanced upon my mother. She didn't back off a bit and our arms entwined as we kissed passionately. I placed my hands on her bottom and easily lifted her little frame and set her around my hips. She locked her legs around my ass and kissed me more ravenously than I had ever been kissed before.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. Mom was always extremely conservative, so I wondered what had awoken her passion. Was it simply the alcohol coursing through her veins, stunting her inhibitions? Or did the aggressive actions of the Jacobson's fulfill a submissive fantasy in her that had theretofore been untapped? Could it just have been me? Mom and I had always been close, but had she at times envisioned a sexual escapade with me just as I had long done for her? Regardless of the reason, I was more than happy with the results.

With Mom wrapped around me as tightly as she was, it was hard to move, but I managed to waddle my way to my bed. I slowly leaned over and placed her upon it, then broke away to take her in. As I said, I always wanted to sneak a pretty a girl into my room, but I could never have imagined having anyone more attractive in that spot in my entire life.

As I stood above the bed I began peeling my clothes off. Mom looked at me with wonder as I loosed my belt, and then pushed my jeans to the ground. I was surprised when her hand moved between her legs and she started rubbing herself as she watched me disrobe. I stared directly into her eyes as I lowered my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them, my cock rock hard and standing proudly at attention.

I saw mom's eyes glance lower towards my cock, and she licked her lips as she saw me naked for the first time since I was a child in the bathtub. One of my greatest fantasies was to get between my mother's legs and lick her to an orgasm, and I figured I had better get to it lest she come to her senses and run screaming from my room.

I climbed onto the foot of the bed and eased myself between her slender legs. I moved my hands to her hips and grasped her little panties, and pulled. Mom lifted her butt off the bed so I could extract the silky little number, then I slipped them downward. I held the soft fabric for a moment, and could feel the warm dampness in the crotch. I took a brief smell, which was intoxicating, but I wanted the real thing.

Grasping Mom's ankles in my hands, I spread her wide and leaned over to kiss her legs. I began kissing and licking a trail upwards, towards the union of her thighs. I glanced up and saw mother looking at me intently, I'm sure wondering if it was really happening. My eyes moved back down a bit until I focused once more on her beautiful pussy, and I just had to love it.

I craned my neck and slowly slithered my tongue gently across the folds of her sex, then took a long whiff. She smelled wonderful and tasted even better than I had dreamed about. I had to have more and began licking all over her drenched crotch, wanting to please her more than I ever wanted anything in my life.

Mom was making a humming sound between whimpers, which sent shivers down my spine. I eased two fingers into her tight channel as I started sucking on her juicy lips. She began bucking into my face at the same rhythm that my digits probed her pussy, and grasped my head by the hair. I had only been licking her a few minutes, but by the sounds she was making I was sure an orgasm was near, making me wonder if dad ever went down on her.

I ran my tongue up her cleft until it found her hard little clit, which I circled slowly to tease her. Mom let out a loud moan at the contact, which frightened me a little with dad just a couple doors away. I just prayed he was still nearly comatose.

Mom began making a throaty grunting noise over and over, and thrust her hips at me even more rapidly, making it clear she was about to climax. She gave one last hard push, and squeezed my face deeply into her inflamed snatch as she roared in orgasm.

She almost suffocated me as she held me so tightly, but I kept lapping at her clit and fingering her the entire time, wanting to extend her pleasure as long as possible. She finally released my head and collapsed back upon the bed in a heap.

I'm not going to lie, I was pretty damn proud of myself for making my mom cum so strongly, and I wanted to do it again. My cock was rock hard, and I climbed up her body to kiss her. She seemed dazed at first, but then slowly began kissing me back as she came down from her high. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, wanting her to taste the most wonderful flavor in the world, her own vagina.

My cock was lined up nicely with mom's pussy, and I nudged myself forward a bit until the tip touched her slippery sex. Her eyes were glassy and I'm not even sure she knew what was happening when I first began sliding my cock inside her well-lubed groove. I rolled my hips forward until I was buried completely inside her, which drew a long, "Yes," from her lips.

Mom was as tight as any girl I had been with before, but far more warm and wet. Her muscles seemed to hold me in place, then she released me and I began sliding my cock slowly in and out of her. I looked down and mom's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, rocking side to side, her mouth agape and sucking in air.

She appeared like she was in another world altogether, and I wanted to take her even farther. I increased the pace of my thrusting, driving down into my mother at a rapid pace. Mom hiked her knees up to place her feet squarely on the bed, which she used as leverage to power herself back against me.

We fucked at that speedy pace for a while, but I had to slow down as not to cum too fast. I lowered my face to hers once more and kissed her with a passion, my cock still buried inside her. We kissed for a while, until Mom broke our kiss and said in a raspy voice, "I'm so close baby, keep fucking me."

She certainly didn't have to ask me twice, and I got back down to business immediately. Given her statement, I decided to go for broke and fucked her faster than I had ever done with anyone before. Mom seemed to absolutely love it, and wrapped her legs around my thighs, pulling me more deeply inside of her.

Sweat dripped off my body and landed on mom's chest as I pounded her with reckless abandon. My orgasm was close and groans escaped my lips as I fought for the air to keep going. Mom made a high-pitched whimper with every thrust, which grew louder the longer we went at it. She then began saying, "Yes," over and over before she let out a loud sigh and came on my cock, just as my body buckled and shot load after load deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies pressed together as we fought to catch our breath. My cock was still inside her, and I rolled over onto my back and pulled her atop me. Her sweaty hair was spread out across my chest, and I grasped a fistful to raise her head. We looked into each other's eyes, and I softly began kissing her, wanting her to know how much I adored her.

We stayed together for a good twenty minutes with my mom resting upon my chest. It was simply the most wonderful feeling of my life, holding the person I loved more than anyone in such an intimate way. She finally stirred and looked at me sheepishly. She seemed lost for words, but softly said, "Well, I think I better get a shower before bed."

I had hoped she would stay with me all night, but realized that was unwise given the fact that her husband would not approve if he happened to wake unexpectedly. I was thrilled however when Mom pressed her lips to mine and gave me a soft kiss before climbing out of bed. She reached for her panties and bent to pull them up her legs, and I couldn't help but watch. Her eyes scanned the room, and then she asked, "Where's my dress?"

I remembered it was still over a chair in the kitchen, so I reluctantly got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts to retrieve it figuring it would be unwise for her to do so in only panties. When I returned Mom was sitting on the edge of my bed, but stood as soon as I walked in. I helped her into the dress, and with a weak grin she left me and headed to her room.

A few minutes later I followed her to the room and peered inside. She had put on one soft light, and I could see the lump in bed that was my father, snoring away. A brighter light came from under the bathroom door, so I assumed mom was washing away all signs of our union before she climbed into bed beside him.

I was still horny, and thought about joining her in the shower, but knew it was just far too risky. Reluctantly, I made my way back to bed, wondering what the next day would bring.

I awoke slowly the next morning, then the intense memories of the evening before flooded back into my mind. It was hard to believe I kicked the asses of the three Jacobson boys, but even more astounding that I actually bedded my mother after years of dreaming about it. My cock grew rock hard, and I gave it a few tugs thinking about her hot body and beautiful face.

As much as I wanted to cum, I wondered if maybe mom was awake and we could sneak downstairs for a quickie. I figured the chances were pretty much nonexistent, but a guy could hope. After dragging my ass out of bed, I pulled on and old tee and headed for the kitchen to meet my fate.

The house was quiet and I was the only one up, which was not surprising given what my parents had to drink. I made a pot of coffee and sat sipping for a while when I heard the patter of feet approaching. The hair on my neck stood on end as I hoped Mom was about to enter the kitchen. I was highly disappointed when my dad walked around the corner, looking like death.

He hung his head when he saw me, then muttered, "Morning, Ryan."

"Morning Dad, there's coffee," I replied and nodded my head towards the pot.