Bully and Nurse Mom
"Code blue, room 305," the voice over the intercom is crisp, and my feet are in motion before my brain can fully register the urgency of the call.
I weave through the bustling hospital corridors, the scent of antiseptic and a hint of fear filling my nostrils.
"Emily, we got this," Marla, another seasoned nurse, grabs my arm as I reach room 305, her face serious. "Your kid needs you more right now."
The mention of Alex sends a jolt through me. My son. My eighteen-year-old kid with a broken leg, lying in a hospital bed instead of enjoying his senior year. I feel a pang of guilt for almost forgetting him in the wake of the emergency.
"Thanks, Marla," I manage, hurrying back to my son's room.
Alex is propped up on his bed, a scowl etching its way across his young face as he struggles with the TV remote. His leg, swollen and encased in a white cast, rests on a raised platform. He looks up as I enter, irritation quickly replaced by relief.
"Mom, this stupid thing won't..." he starts to complain, but I cut him off.
"Alex, you need to rest. Your bones haven't joined together yet," I tell him, my voice gentle but firm. He huffs, but falls silent as I adjust his pillows and check his vitals.
Hastily adjusting Alex's pillows for the last time, I turn to leave when I feel a hand brush against my butt. I jolt in surprise, spinning around to face Jake Marshall, lying in the bed next to Alex's. His good hand quickly gets down from where it strayed.
"Hey, don't touch mom there!" Alex exclaims, his face reddening.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter, didn't mean to," Jake says innocently. His grin is cheeky.
"Hey now, Jake. You're able-bodied enough to respect personal space." I chide him lightly. "Aren't you almost fully recovered now?"
The next words out of Jake's mouth render me speechless. "Mrs. Carter, I need your help," he begins, flashing his injured right arm, his grin still intact, "I need to take a piss and with this splint, it's really hard…"
A moment later, my face is rivaling a tomato in its hue. Jake is shamelessly unzipping his pants, pulling out his massive cock with a casual ease that makes my head spin. It's flaccid but still, the size is... intimidating.
"Jake!" Alex practically screams, and this time, I'm right there with him. "Put that away!"
But Jake only grins wider. "I'd love to, really, but I need your mom's help. My right hand's no good, and I need two hands to hold this beast to pee."
"Get out, Jake! Do whatever you need to do on your own!" I snap, my cheeks burning as I firmly point towards the bathroom door.
He gets up, chuckling, and says, "Aw, you're no fun," before sauntering towards the entrance.
Flinging back the curtains around Alex's bed, I try to mold my face into a calm mask despite the knot in my stomach and flushed face.
"Are you okay, Alex?" I ask, looking at him seriously.
"Yeah, Mom," he mumbles, looking down at his cast. "I just... I don't like Jake."
"I know, sweetie." I reply gently, absently smoothing his dark hair. "He... he's a handful."
"A handful?" Alex snorts. "He's a jerk, Mom. A bully."
My heart sinks a little. The rumors of Jake's temper have reached even inside the hospital walls. "He fell off his bike, just like you," I respond.
Alex scoffs. "He was in a fight, Mom. He fights all the time. I've seen it."
My brow furrows. "Really, Alex? That's serious."
"I know it is, Mom." He looks at me with wide, earnest eyes. "And you shouldn't be too light with him, okay? I don't trust him."
I give him a long look, taking in his seriousness. "I'll keep that in mind, Alex."
"Promise?"
My heart swells for my son, all grown-up yet still needing my assurance. "Promise."
—
"The hospital is quiet, save for the soft murmurs of late-night staff and the occasional beep of a machine. I'm on my knees, the cold tiles of the men's bathroom numbing my skin through my nurse's uniform. The taste of Jake's cock is overwhelming, a mix of salty sweat, skin, and betrayal.
I glance up, my eyes meeting Jake's. His icy blue gaze is filled with barely concealed triumph, his lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk. The sight of him, standing over me, his cock buried in my mouth, sends an unexpected shudder through me. I'm not just a nurse to him, but a woman, a conquest.
"Damn, Mrs. Carter," Jake's voice is low, filled with mockery and satisfaction, "You've gotten so much better at this."
He's holding his phone, the screen lighting up his face, making his eyes gleam. I pull back, my lips sliding off his cock with a wet pop.
"What's with the phone, Jake?" I ask, my voice hoarse and breathless.
His smile widens, and he leans down, pressing his free hand to the back of my head. "Well, you were quite nasty to me this morning," he says smoothly, pushing me back onto his cock. I stifle a gag as it hits the back of my throat. "It hurt my feelings." He keeps his tone conversational even as I struggle to breathe around his dick.
I pull back, gasping and coughing, wiping my mouth hurriedly. "Jake, but seriously," I start, my voice shaky, "we can't keep doing this."
His laughter is harsh, mocking. "Huh? You're the one who started it," he retorts.
Anger flares up in me. "That's not true! You asked me to help you in the bathroom a few days ago! And I fell for it!"
"And if anyone sees that video of you holding your male patient's hard cock... well," Jake's smirk returns, more sinister now, "They'll think something different, won't they?"
The threat hangs in the air, heavy and damning. My mind races, imagining the repercussions. My reputation, my job, my son... all endangered by one moment of foolishness.
"What would poor little Alex think?" Jake's voice is soft now, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
I stare at him, my heart pounding, my mind a whirl of fear and regret. I know I've stepped into a dangerous game, and Jake holds all the cards. I can only hope that I can find a way out before it's too late.
"You're a scumbag, Jake," I say.
He gives a shrug, pulling at the waistband of my scrubs. "So you've said. Now if you understand your position, take off your pants and put your hands on the sink."
Before I can process the rest of his words, I find myself complying, my scrubs puddling around my ankles.
He lets out a low whistle of approval. "What a juicy MILF ass, Mrs. Carter," he chuckles, and I feel his warm hand give my butt a gentle pat. It wobbles from the sudden contact, prompting another soft laugh from Jake.
"Condom," I remind him, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," he replies, his voice laced with amusement. I hear the rustle of the wrapper before the sound of latex unrolling.
Then, his hands are on my ass again, pulling me closer to him. I feel his cock, huge and hard, draped between my ass cheeks. I glance back, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. It's an obscene image, but at least he's wearing the condom.
"Jake, just..." I pause, swallowing hard before continuing, "Put it in already." Get this over with.
The words hang in the air, and I hear his chuckle again, low and satisfied.
"Sure thing, Mrs. Carter," he replies, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Just following doctor's orders."
The slow build of pressure is unbearable, as the head of Jake's condom sheathed cock nudges against my pussy lips. My body tenses, bracing itself, and then, with one forceful push, he's in. The stretch is intense, his girthy length filling me, spreading me wide.
I let out a whimper, my breath hitching in my throat as Jake buries himself deep inside me. The squelching sound of his thrusts fills the small bathroom, echoing off the cold tile walls. His fingers dig into my ass, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust.
I think of Alex, lying in his hospital bed just rooms away, probably asleep, oblivious to his mother's betrayal. His bully, who he so detests, is here, fucking his mother senseless in the hospital bathroom. And all I can hope for is that Jake leaves the hospital soon, that these humiliating meetings will finally end.
"Unbutton your scrub top, Mrs. Carter. I want to see those big fat titties bounce," Jake's voice is a low growl in my ear.
Fingers trembling, I reach up and slowly unbutton my top. My breasts spill out, heavy and full, jiggling with each merciless thrust of Jake's cock. A soft moan escapes my lips as Jake's hands fondle my breasts, his fingers tweaking and pulling at my nipples.
He's hitting deep inside me, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. My eyes roll back in my head, the intensity of it all overwhelming.
"You know, Mrs. Carter," Jake murmurs, his voice cocky and too close to my ear. "You never had an orgasm before you slept with me, remember?"
"N-no," I whimper, the lie catching in my throat with every powerful thrust. But it is true, I had't had an orgasm since my husband passed away.
"Look at how tightly your pussy is squeezing me. You like it, don't you?" he asks, as his hand comes down on my ass with a loud smack.
"N-no way—"
"You take such good care of your body, Mrs. Carter. Your big ass, your huge tits… You're so fucking hot," he continues, his voice a low growl. "You know, it would feel even better without the condom."
My heart skips a beat. "N-no way..."
"We'll see..."
I'm in his lap now, my legs straddling his thighs as I desperately try to find my footing on the slimy cold floor. Jake's hands come to rest on my hips, gripping the soft flesh, using his hold to guide me up and down his cock.
My large breasts are bouncing with the momentum, the heavy vibration of each jiggle sending sharp twitches of pleasure surging through my nerves. With one hand, I try to hold my tits, attempting to minimize their movement. They're big, heavy, and their uninhibited bouncing during our frenzied rhythm starts to ache.
I bite down hard on my palm to hold back the growing moans as Jake's cock hits my G-spot, over and over. The intense pressure starts to build up from the pit of my stomach, radiating outward in waves.
"No," I rasp out, "I - I can't -"
Then it happens. The pressure mounting up inside me suddenly explodes in a rush of indescribable pleasure. I whine into my hand as the orgasm hits me, my body clenching tight around his cock.
I try to muffle my cries, pressing my face into the crook of my elbow, but Jake's laughing, mocking me like a predator that's caught his prey.
"Couldn't hold it in, huh? You came so hard on my cock... how pathetic," Jake taunts, his smug voice slicing through my daze.
Before I can collect myself, I find myself bent over the sink again, his cock slamming back into me. My breasts sway with every one of Jake's harsh, relentless thrusts.
His mouth is next to my ear again, and he's saying, "You know, Mrs. Carter, you're too easy on that boy of yours... your little Alex. He's a loser."
His thrusts grow more erratic, his grip tightening on my hips. Then, with a final, hard thrust and a guttural grunt, he cums. I feel his cock twitch inside me, the condom inflating with his hot, thick sperm. Each pulse sends a jolt through my body, the sensation a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort.
On shaky legs, I obediently kneel before him, my face burning with shame and humiliation.
"Stop talking shit about Alex," I protest weakly, my voice trembling. "He's strong… He's a good boy."
Jake doesn't even seem to hear me. Instead, he's busy pulling the condom off his softening cock. It dangles from his fingers, bloated and heavy with his cum. He gives me a twisted grin, turning the open end of the condom upside down.
It happens too quickly for me to react. A thick glob of cum, hot and stinking, splatters against my face. I gasp, a glob of jizz sliding down my cheek, the smell of latex and semen filling my nostrils.
"No, not in my hair!" I plead, my voice rising in disgust, but it's too late. Jake has already dumped a portion of his cum onto my ebony locks, ruining its shine with the sticky mess.
He snickers, dropping the remainder of the condom onto my cum-splattered face, and I flinch, feeling it slap wetly against my skin. Then, he pulls out his phone again and takes another photo. My face flushes crimson under his gaze, my heart aching at the utter humiliation.
He smirks down at me. "Just imagine if little Alex could see his pretty mom now. Wouldn't that be a sight?"
His laughter echoes through the room, a cruel, mocking sound that I'm sure will haunt my dreams.
—
Snuggled up with his book, Alex barely looks up as Jake saunters over, his grin nearly splitting his face in two.
"Hey, newbie!" He says with a false geniality that sets Alex's teeth on edge. "Brought you a late-night gift."
"Go away, Jake." Alex says. "Your gifts are never anything good."
Instead of getting upset, Jake's grin only widens. "This one's different, though," he says, pulling out his phone. "You'll thank me."
Grumbling, Alex hesitantly stretches out his hand. On the screen is a woman, her huge tits swollen and heaving, with some man's cock buried inside her from behind.
The woman's face is blurred.
Alex's cheeks turn scarlet, but he can't look away. "Wh-what is this? You're showing me porn?"
"I took it in the hospital!" Jake boasts, his eyes gleaming triumphantly in the dim light, an obvious adrenaline rush coursing through his veins.
"What?!" Alex splutters, snatching the phone from Jake's hand again, disbelief etched on his face.
"There's some pretty decent tail in this place," Jake says nonchalantly. "This one, she really got into it. You should see her tits clap, man. So big."
Alex freezes, stunned. He almost chokes at Jake's next words.
"Wanna see more? Give me your address. I'll send you the full video." Jake smirks.
Alex blushes as he types in his address, a strange heat flaring within his guts. His hands are trembling as he hands Jake's phone back.
"Just doing my fellow man a solid. Oh, there's one more," Jake says, his grin stretching wider. He flips through the phone, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Alex's heart pounds in his chest as Jake hands him the phone again. The image on the screen makes his stomach turn.
It's the same woman, her face a mess of off-white streaks. Thick, stringy globs of cum are smeared across her face, gluing strands of her hair to her skin. One of her eyes is squinted shut, encrusted with the sticky mess. The other one, wide and shocked, is open. A used condom slapped onto her cheek completes the sickening image.
"A disgusting woman, isn't she?" Jake's voice cuts through his shock, sending a shiver down his spine. "Imagine what kind of a nurse lets a guy like me do that to her face."
Despite his revulsion,Alex finds his eyes glued to the photo. His face heats up in a fierce blush. He doesn't want to look, but he can't tear his eyes away.
He gulps as Jake plucks his phone from his fingers. "Video sent," Jake says, standing up.
***
(11:02 PM) Jake: 🎁 Got another one for you, man 🎁
(11:05 PM) Alex: I told you I'm not interested.
(11:06 PM) Jake: Sure you aren't 😉
(11:07 PM) Jake: [Attachment: image.jpg]
(11:07 PM) Jake: She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen on a nurse
(11:08 PM) Alex: What the hell, Jake!
(11:09 PM) Jake: Yup. Same nurse. Told you she's a freak 😉
(11:10 PM) Alex: She has huge boobs...
(11:10 PM) Jake: They're fucking cantaloupes, dude
(11:11 PM) Jake: [Attachment: video.mp4]
(11:15 PM) Alex: Damn, dude. Why are you even in the hospital if you can do that with your bandaged hand?
(11:15 PM) Jake: It's the healing power of big milf tits, bro. 100% natural 🍈🍈
(11:16 PM) Alex: That's disgusting
(11:16 PM) Jake: Don't lie. You're wanking to it, aren't you?
(11:17 PM) Alex: No, I'm not!
(11:18 PM) Jake: Sure, Alex, sure 😉
(11:18 PM) Alex: This is sick, Jake. You're sick.
(11:19 PM) Jake: And you're a prude
(11:20 PM) Alex: I'm gonna report you. You'll get in trouble.
(11:22 PM) Jake: I'm sure.
(11:23 PM) Alex: You're a bully, Jake. You always have been.
(11:25 PM) Jake: And you're a loser, Alex. You always have been.
(11:30 PM) Jake: Goodnight, Alex. Don't touch yourself too much thinking about those milf tits 😉
(11:33 PM) Alex: Shut up, Jake.
(11:33 PM) Jake: Don't stay up too late, getting off to my leftovers, bro.
—
It's been a long, draining day and my body feels like it's made of lead. Bedpans to empty, IV lines to replace, countless patients to bathe and feed — and that's only the tip of the iceberg.
Each nameless task is physically demanding, but none of them are as crushing as the secret I've been carrying. It feels like a dark cloud, oppressive and unrelenting, consuming my thoughts and overshadowing everything else.
Jake Marshall.
The name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. That cocky grin, those cunning eyes, the well-memorized lines he regurgitates for my benefit. The horrid boy acts like he's tamed a wild stallion, and the worst part is, I sometimes feel like I am one.
His taunts ring in my ears, his touch ingrained in my skin. It's a constant loop I'm ensnared in, and I can't seem to find a way out.
A flush creeps up my face as I think about the level of Jake's dominance over me. It's... wrong. It's horrid. It's a sick torment I find myself half-dreading, half-anticipating.
"Emily?" The sharp tone pulls me out of my thoughts. It's Linda, a fellow nurse, glaring at me over her glasses. "You're making a mess with that IV."
I startle, realizing that I've been absentmindedly looping the IV line around my little finger.
"Sorry, Linda," I mumble apologetically, hastily fixing my mistake.
"No need to apologize, dear," she says, her voice kinder now. "Just be careful next time. Anyway, I'll handle Mr. Johnson. You look like you need a break."
"Alright, thank you, Linda," I say gratefully.
Resuming my tasks, I glance down at my phone as it pings. It's a message from Jake.
"Come to my room. Now," it reads.
My heart hammers in my chest. It's late, nearly the end of my shift, and I know Jake won't take no for an answer. Not unless I want the whole hospital to discover our secret.
I cast a glance at Linda, who is engrossed in taking Mr. Johnson's vitals. I send her a weak smile, which she returns with a nod.
"I need to check on something," I tell her simply, leaving my clipboard on the counter and slipping out of the room.
I feel a shiver run down my spine. I glance around nervously, but the corridor is deserted. Taking a deep breath, I head towards room 217.
Jake is waiting in the dimly lit room, a smirk playing on his lips. He glances at his watch as I step inside, his smirk widening.
"You're late, Mrs. Carter."
"Cut the crap, Jake. What do you want?"
He grins, like a cat that got the cream. "I need to check on you. Need to make sure you're in good health. You're looking a little tired!"
I stare at him, disbelief etched on my face. "What?"
He chuckles, enjoying my confusion. "Strip, Mrs. Carter. We need to do a check up."
"No way! This is your room! Someone could walk in!"
Jake shrugs, "Just checked in with the nurse 15 minutes ago. She won't be back for another hour or so."
"That's not the point. This is your room, Jake. You can't toy with me here!"
He grins at me, his eyes glinting. "I guess we'll have to be quick then."
The audacity of him shocks me into silence. But before I can protest, his hand is reaching out, tugging down the zipper of my scrubs.
"Jake!"
—
As Jake's fingers push deeper, a sensation building within me makes me gasp. His touch is rough, but it's hitting all the right spots. I clench, gripping his arm with my own trembling hands, but he doesn't let up.
"Ahh! Too much!" I cry out, but he just smirks, increasing his speed.
-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-
I can feel my heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust of his fingers. My nipples harden, straining against the cold air of the hospital room. I try to cover myself, but he swats my hands away.
"Mmm, your big fat tits are so nice," he taunts, squeezing one before focusing back on between my legs. I can feel a blush crawl up my neck and splash across my cheeks.
The room is dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of the hallway seeping through the small window on the door. My heart races in my chest, the fear of being caught only increasing my arousal.
His fingers move faster, harder.
-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-
My heart is pounding.
"You're soaking wet, Mrs. Carter."
"Aah! Stop! If you don't stop..."
He cuts me off, his mouth descending onto mine, swallowing my protest. He tastes like stale hospital food and mint. It's disgusting but I find myself kissing him back, lost in the pleasure he's forcing upon me.
His fingers continue their assault, pushing, stretching, filling me. The wet noises grow louder, faster.
"What's that, Mrs. Carter?" He grins into our kiss. "You'll what?"
My eyes roll back, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I... I..."
-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-
My legs twitch, my toes curl. "Oh no! Oh no! I... I..."
And then, it hits me. It feels like my bladder is about to burst. "I'm gonna... I'm... I'm..."
Jake just grins, pulling his mouth away from mine. "That's it, Mrs. Carter. Let it all out."
And then, with one final push of his fingers, I do.
The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's like a dam has broken inside me, a gush of liquid spraying out of me.
"NGGHHH!!!" I scream, my body shaking with the force of my release.
-SQUIIRRRRRT-
The sound of my orgasm fills the room, wet and messy.
"Oh my," Jake laughs, "That was a huge squirt, Mrs. Carter. You've made a mess of my bed."
Suddenly, I can already hear the soft footfalls of the night patrol, the rhythmic clicking of heels growing louder with each passing second.
"Get under the sheets," Jake hisses, already sliding into bed. Totally naked, I don't have a choice. With a surge of panic, I dive under the covers, pressing myself against the soaked sheets.
Jake pulls the sheets over us just as the door creaks open. I hold my breath, praying that the nurse won't suspect anything. My heart pounds in my chest as I hear the nurse's voice.
"Jake, the lights are going to turn off in a bit. Are you alright?"
I can hear the smirk in Jake's voice as he replies, "I'm fine, thanks."
I can feel the bed shifting as he pulls his pants down. I squirm against him, trying to make myself smaller. That's when I feel it, his erect cock, inches from my face.
"Put the condom on," he hisses.
With trembling hands, I take the condom from him. But he shakes his head, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
"With your mouth."
My face heats up at his demand, but I don't dare to refuse, not now. I lean forward, opening my mouth to take him in. The taste of latex fills my mouth as I struggle to unroll the condom over his throbbing cock. I can smell him, the heady mix of sweat and sex that makes my stomach churn.
Jake says something to the nurse, keeping her in the room longer. His hands move down, gripping my ass.
"Get into position," he hisses at me, and I scramble to obey. My body is shaking as I move, my ass lifting to meet him.
As his cock pushes into me, he grips my ass, pulling me down onto his rubber-coated dick. I bite back a moan, clenching my teeth together. The sensation of his cock stretching my pussy open is overwhelming. His fingers dig into my butt, holding me in place as he begins to thrust.
He's silent, but his breathing grows heavy. Under the covers, the 18-year old bully is using my body to pleasure himself. It's a sickening, horrifying realization that makes my stomach churn.
Under the sheets, I'm nothing more than a fleshlight to him.
"Could you also check my temperature?" Jake asks the nurse as he continues to move under the sheets. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, making me squirm. Each wet slap of our bodies colliding makes me wince, praying the nurse doesn't hear.
I recognize the nurse's voice — it's Maria, an intern I've been mentoring. "Sure, Jake. Just hold on a second. I'll get the thermometer."
Her voice is muffled by the thick hospital blanket and the pounding in my ears. Jake's cock is stretching me, filling me with every thrust. I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet.
"Here, open your mouth," Maria instructs, and I can hear the beep of the digital thermometer.
As Jake continues his torturously slow pace, he grunts, a low sound in his throat that sends a shiver down my spine.
Suddenly, I feel him stiffen. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me down onto him as he grunts in pleasure, his cock pulsing inside me. I can feel the condom filling up, the warm spurts of his cum hitting the inside of the latex.
The sensation of him cumming inside me sends me spiraling. I press my face into the mattress, desperately trying to stay silent. The feeling of the inflated condom inside me is a shocking reminder of what's happening.
With one last grunt, Jake stills, his cock twitching inside me. I hold my breath, feeling him soften, the inflated condom still inside me.
"Your temperature is normal, Jake," Maria finally says, her voice fading as she moves toward the door. "I'll turn off the lights now. Have a good night."
The door clicks shut, the room plunging into darkness. Jake pulls the sheets back, the cool air making me shiver.
"That was amazing," Jake pants, pulling out of me. The condom, heavy and full, slides out with a wet sound.
I'm trembling on my hands and knees, feeling his cum-filled condom hanging from my pussy. It's an obscene reminder of what just happened, a blatant violation of everything I stand for.
But as I look up at him, catching his triumphant grin in the dim light, I can only swallow down my shame. The worst part is, part of me enjoyed it. Part of me loved the thrill, the danger, the raw, humiliating pleasure he wrung from my body.
And that is the most horrifying realization of all.
—
(11:10 PM) Jake: 🎥 Check this out, bro 🎥
(11:11 PM) Jake: [Attachment: video.mp4]
(11:12 PM) Alex: I'm not watching your sick videos
(11:13 PM) Jake: You say that every time, but we both know you can't resist 😉
(11:14 PM) Jake: She's such a slut. Sprayed my bed like a damn fire hose 🚿
(11:15 PM) Alex: That's gross, dude.
(11:16 PM) Jake: And yet you love it.
(11:20 PM) Alex: I don't!
(11:21 PM) Jake: Sure, man. Keep telling yourself that.
(11:26 PM) Jake: You should hear her moan, dude. Makes my cock hard every time I think about it.
(11:28 PM) Alex: Fuck off, Jake.
Alex stares at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. He's alone in his room, the lights off. With a shaky hand, he clicks on the video.
The woman is moving, her body swaying in a way that's undeniably sexy. Her voice, though distorted by some kind of filter, is sensual and pleading. Alex can't help the rush of arousal that sweeps over him, his cock hardening in his pants.
He hates himself for it, but he can't help it. He's been jerking off to these videos every night, cumming to the sight of this unknown woman, this... Slut.
His hand travels down, gripping his cock through his pants. He lets out a soft moan, matching the woman's cries in the video. He's close, so close...
He jerks off harder, his hand moving in a rhythm. His breathing grows ragged, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, with one final stroke, he cums, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
For a moment, he's left panting, his body slumped against the bathroom wall. He's still holding onto his crutches, his broken leg throbbing with pain. But it's nothing compared to the shame that washes over him.
Just then, his phone pings again.
The new video begins with Jake's distorted voice coaxing the woman. The scrub-clad nurse's face is masked by a blur, her voice similarly garbled, but her reluctance is unmistakable.
"No way... you can't be serious."
In the dimly lit hospital hallway, she cautiously looks around, and in between protestations, sheds her scrubs piece by piece. Her scrub top is removed first; underneath, she's wearing a plain white bra, modest but obviously straining to hold her sizable breasts.
Next, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. The garment slips from her shoulders, and her breasts, left free, jiggle and sway with a heaviness that makes Alex swallow hard.
Her torso is bared, her arms moving quickly to cover her unprotected chest. The nipples are pink shadows against her paler skin, peaking through the gap between her slender forearm and the crook of her elbow.
With a reluctant breath, she lowers her panties. As they glide over her wide hips and round ass, Alex feels a knot of desire twisting in his stomach. It's wrong, it's so, so wrong. But he can't tear his eyes away.
Her body is showcased in the dim light; pale, mature, the kind of woman who has taken good care of her body. Her stomach is still firm. Her breasts, despite how big they are, maintain their shapeliness - perfect teardrops.
Jake's voice pierces the thickness of the tension and Alex barely stifles a shiver. "Keep going!"
Still shielding her breasts, she walks slowly through the hallway. Jake's hand casually waves her underwear in front of the camera lens triumphantly before the shot changes to focus on her backside.
Her ass is round and plump from this angle. She's walking barefoot on the cold tile, her body trembling slightly. Each step causes her ass to jiggle enticingly, the pale globes almost glowing in the faint light.
Jake's whistle echoes in the video followed by a crude comment. "That's a priceless view."
Alex can hear his own heartbeat in his ears, pounding in tune with the waves of guilt and desire crashing over him. His hand holding the phone tightens as his gaze takes in every detail, every curve, every jiggle of this anonymous nurse. The anonymous woman, Alex thinks with dawning horror and unimaginable thrill, who bears a striking resemblance to his own mother.
—
My heart is pounding in my chest, hammering against my ribs like a wild animal trying to break free. I'm standing at the end of the hallway, peeking around the corner into the room with the vending machines. The familiar hum of the machines fills the quiet room, the flickering overhead light casting long, ominous shadows.
"I- is somebody here?" I ask the room softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No one's there, just go!" Jake whispers harshly from behind me, giving me a small push. I stumble forward, my bare feet cold against the tile floor.
He gives me a few quarters and demands a Fanta grape can from the vending machine. The coins are cold in my hand, the simple task of depositing them into the machine making my hands shake.
The sound of the coins clinking into the machine sounds deafening in the quiet room. I cringe at each one, my heart pounding even harder.
Suddenly, Jake's voice cuts through my fear. "Damn it, someone's coming!"
"What?!" I squeak, spinning around in a panic. I look wildly about for somewhere to hide. With no other options, I crouch and squeeze my naked body behind the vending machine, my heart pounding in my chest.
I hear Jake's laughter from behind me. "Hahaha, just kidding!"
I shoot him a glare, my cheeks burning. My relief is short-lived when he points to a sofa in the middle of the room.
"Let's have sex on that sofa," he says, his voice husky.
"Don't be silly," I protest, "I'm not doing it at a place like this."
Jake just smirks at me, his gaze flicking to the hallway outside. "If you don't hurry, then someone might actually come."
—
Alex watches the video in a kind of horrified fascination. The woman is lying on her back on a garish orange sofa located in the vending machine room.
With her legs held wide apart, the woman's pussy is being relentlessly drilled by Jake's fat cock.
Alex can't help but compare — he looks down at his own erection, significantly smaller than Jake's. Jake's massive shaft, clad in a rubber condom, slides in and out of the woman's sopping wet folds with ease.
Her tits, large and pale, bounce with each of Jake's rough thrusts, jiggling in the dim lighting of the vending machines. Like a pair of hefty water balloons, he can almost hear the sloshing liquid as her breasts jiggle and flop around.
Her pussy is wet, swollen, her lips stretched around Jake's cock. Every thrust makes a wet, squelching sound, the noises echoing in the otherwise quiet room.
"Hmph... Ugh!!" the woman cries out, her voice distorted but the pleasure clear.
"Noo... Stop!! Too rough!!" she protests but the words seem to spur Jake on rather than deter him.
Jake's smug voice cuts in, "You're enjoying it, aren't you? Doing it in public is making you hot, isn't it?"
"Aah... Ahhh!!!" she moans, her hand rushing to cover her face, her body shaking with each brutal thrust.
Jake's hips slap against her, a steady rhythm that has Alex biting his lip. The slap-slap-slap sound fills the room, matching the thrumming in Alex's veins.
But then the woman's voice cuts through the heavy panting: "Do... you really need to keep recording this?" she whimpers out, protesting weakly.
—
I'm on my knees, the cold floor below me offering no comfort, only adding to the stark reality of the depravity I'm sunken into.
There's a cock in my mouth—a fact that is alarmingly clear as I move my lips over Jake's rigid length. The firmness is undeniable, the throbbing heft an unwelcome reminder of who it belongs to.
My cheeks hollow with every draw, the slurping sounds loud in my ears, disgustingly rhythmic.
Giving a blowjob isn't supposed to be like this—it's meant to be an intimate act, one shared discreetly, privately. But I bob my head, taking him further with each movement, sucking him off out here in public.
My tongue slides along the underside of his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his skin. I hear a moan escape my lips, a sound so dreadfully out of place in the clinical, exposed hallway.
Jake chuckles above me, his hands firm on his hips as he looks down, drinking in the sight. "Look at you," he taunts. "Never thought I'd see Mercy General's most dedicated nurse choke on my dick like a pro."
His balls are heavy and full in my hands as I fondle them. They feel enormous, twitching with youth, vigor, and sperm. Despite the situation, I can't deny the raw sexual pleasure building within me, even as a swell of self-repulsion rises to meet it.
I trail one hand down, finding my pussy, grinding it into my palm. I'm rubbing myself, touching my clit, spiraling ever closer to an orgasm that no woman should ever experience here, in this cold and exposed place.
"That's it, Emily, get yourself off while you worship my cock," he sneers, his words a poisoned barb.
"No... Don't do that...not... not my..." I plead, only to find my mouth suddenly empty as he pulls out. He's holding his cock, glistening with my saliva, just inches from my face.
"Aahh... hold still, Mrs. Carter..." he says, breathing heavy, laughing through clenched teeth.
There's a twisted sense of anticipation in the pit of my stomach as I watch him stroke himself, his thumb smearing the precum around the head of his cock.
"You're such a bad mom, letting your son's bully degrade you like this. And in the hallway too..." His voice taunts, each insulting word making reality sharper, harsher.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I look up at him, my breath hitching as I watch his face contort in pleasure.
"Prepare to be a good cum dump, slut."
The first spurt hits me with a warm, sticky thud.
-BLURRT-
The next blast hits with a hot, heavy SPLORT, the white viscous liquid painting a path from my forehead through my creased eyebrows. Another BLURT follows, thick and stringy, sticking to my right cheek, seeping into the corner of my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he groans as a thick rope of his cum lands across my cheek. It feels warm and slimy, the smell instantly assaulting my senses, a sickly-sweet testament of Jake's dominance over me.
-BLURRRRT-
Each shot feels like an insult, stripping away another layer of my self-respect. I can feel it running down my face in thick rivulets - into my eyes, into my open mouth. I try to close my eyes, but it's too late. I can feel it clogging my eyelashes, the stinging sensation telling me he's managed to get it into my eyes.
-BLURRRRRRT-
A powerful jet of cum, thick and hot, splashes across my nose and plugs my nostrils. A shriek tears from my throat, the disgusting act making my stomach churn even as it fuels the arousal in my own depths.
The next one strikes my chest, splattering onto my huge fat tits. My nipples stiffen at the obscene sensation, further testament to the perverse wave of pleasure washing over me.
Another shot BLURTs onto my chest, hot ropes of jizz trailing over the curves of my breasts. I feel his hand in my hair, holding on tightly as he grunts, each thrust of his hand coinciding with another heavy splatter of his cum ejecting all over my face.
I can smell it, a strong, heady scent that reminds me of sweat and bleach, cloying and suffocating. I'm covered in his scent, his essence, and there's an obscene part of me that shivers with sick delight.
His degrading words echo, "Bad mommy, bad nurse caught in the hallway."
His words are like hot coals spurring me on. I keep rubbing myself, sliding my fingers over my slit, gathering my juices before rubbing my throbbing clit.
"Keep going. Keep touching yourself."
And I oblige, overcome by a mix of shame and arousal. I rub myself harder, my moans muffled by the cum on my face. My legs tremble, the cold floor beneath me a stark contrast to my heated core. With a few more desperately rough rubs, I cum.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train and I hiss out, "I can't... I can't..." Fear and shame war within me with the pure animal desire.
"Do it... do it Emily," he orders, still twitching, draining a few last pulses of his cum onto my chin. Positioning the empty Fanta can between my trembling legs, he spits out, "Fucking cum into that."
And with a whimpering moan, my eyes rolling back in pleasure, I surrender to my orgasm, my cunt contracting dangerously.
I feel the pressure building and then, a torrent of liquid erupts from me, my hot squirt splashing into the can in a quick succession.
- SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT -
The sound of my squirt hitting the cold aluminum of the can enhances my shame. The liquid sloshes around the bottom before I add another surge of my love juices, the level rising with each tremble of my body.
—
Alex watches as the woman in the video arches her back, her body shaking as she squirts into the Fanta can. He's spellbound, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches the woman fall back onto the floor, the Fanta can between her trembling thighs.
"What a pervert," he breathes out. His eyes are glued to his phone's screen, his hand still moving over his cock. Sweat trickles down his forehead as he feels a familiar tightening in his balls.
As the woman's trembling eases and she picks herself up from the floor, Alex's own climax hits.
"Ugh!" he grunts as his cock pulses in his hand.
His cum spurts out in a heated rush, landing on his belly in a milky splatter. His strokes continue, long after his orgasm subsides, milking the last remnants of pleasure. His release is nothing compared to Jake's waterfall into the woman's face, a sad, watery trickle in comparison.
There's a voice in the back of his mind, a nagging thought that's become impossible to ignore.
***
Sunlight filters through the hospital room window, landing on Alex's tired face. He's been up half the night, his mind replaying the video over and over. Now, as he watches his mother, he feels a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable pang of something else.
"Alex?" Emily's voice pulls him from his reverie. "What's wrong? You seem like you're in a daze."
He winces, mind still spinning with images from the video, the erotic horror of it all pervading his thoughts. He avoids her concerned gaze, trying to shake the numbing fatigue that clings to him like a second skin.
"No, nothing... you don't need to worry..." His voice is faint, almost lost amidst the soft beeps and rustles of the hospital room.
His eyes slide back to his mother as she peers down at the clipboard in her hands. *Who is that woman in the video?* A question that's been eating at him since last night. She looked a bit younger than his mom.
Alex's gaze drifts over his mother's figure half in a daze; she's in her white scrubs, the fabric stretching slightly over her ample chest. His heart races as he sees the gentle swaying of her hips, the way her scrubs contour around her thighs and buttocks.
*I haven't seen Mom naked since elementary school…*
The thought crops up unbidden. His cheeks flush as an errant thought follows. *If you take off her clothes, with those huge breasts... Wouldn't she look just like the other woman in the video?*
He watches her move around the room, her stride confident and practiced. He notes the wide hips, the big ass that the other woman also had, and that suggestive thigh gap.
Her silhouette against the window sends strange shivers down his spine. His gaze lingers on her bosom, the rise and fall with her every breath. 'No, no, no... It couldn't be. Right?'
Shame washes over him as he thinks about Jake's horrid behavior. The bully's laughter, his cruel jeers echo in Alex's head. Part of him wants to stand up, to scream, to do something. Yet the main thing filling his mind is the comparison between his mom's voluptuous body and that of the woman in the video.
"Distracting yourself with games again?" Emily's voice jests lightly. "Remember to do your physio exercises, alright?"
Alex feels a hollow laugh bubble up, the irony not lost on him. Games were the least of his distractions now.
"Yeah," he replies, trying to summon more energy into his voice. "I'll remember."
She smiles at him — warm, caring, oblivious — and that smile cuts through him like a knife. She is his mother, the woman who raised him, who comforted him, who was steadfast in her duty and affection. Not the slut in those videos.
—-
In the men's bathroom, Alex stands next to Jake at the urinals, their shoulders almost brushing. The air is heavy, the faint scent of urinal cakes hanging in the air. Jake is grinning, as if he's just thought of some private joke.
"I'm getting discharged from the hospital soon," Jake says nonchalantly, his hand working his impressive length. "But before that, there's something I wanna do."
Alex's heart pounds in his chest. "What do you want to do?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
Jake's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with wicked excitement as he finally divulges his plan. "I want to have raw, bareback sex with her. I want to make it so that she can't LIVE without having my dick!"
"B- bareback sex?!" Alex stammers, his own stream faltering as he turns around to face Jake. He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. "I'm still here, dude!"
Jake's grin doesn't falter. "Well, Alex, if you wanna see the video…" He zips up his pants with a final shake, then turns towards Alex. His voice takes on a sinisterly sweet tone. "I have a favor to ask from you…"
—
I'm naked, sprawled out on my son's hospital bed, and I can feel my face burning with humiliation. My bare skin is touching the sheets where my son sleeps, and I am utterly ashamed. I can't control the trembling in my thighs, the butterflies in my stomach.
"I can't imagine what we'll do if Alex found us here like this," I murmur, my hands instinctively moving to cover my large breasts.
"It's alright!" Jake dismisses, setting up a tripod with his camera. "I told him my girlfriend was coming, so I asked him to kill some time at the convenience store downstairs."
I frown at his words. "You haven't forgotten, have you?" I ask, my voice trembling. "I only promised to do this until you get discharged from the hospital."
"I remember," Jake assures, crawling onto the bed. His cock is hard and throbbing, and my eyes are drawn to it against my will. "Therefore, this is my final request..."
I let out a soft gasp as he leans in to kiss me, his mouth hot and demanding. His hands grip my head, holding me as he deepens the kiss. I allow him to take over, my body responding to his touch despite the dread sitting heavy in my stomach.
His lips trail down, licking and sucking at my neck before his mouth is on my breasts. I gasp as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while he grips the other breast, mashing it in his hand.
I squirm as his tongue moves lower, swirling in my belly button before finally reaching its destination. He spreads my legs wide, my wet pussy exposed to his gaze.
His tongue meets my clit and I let out a loud groan. His lips suck on the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking over it roughly. His hands grip my hips, keeping me in place as he devours me.
A groan escapes my lips, as I surrender to the pleasure. This boy... he's so good at this... too good...
The pressure builds within me, his relentless attack on my clit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. It's too much... too much...
And then, I cum. My whole body convulses as pleasure overwhelms me. My breasts bounce with the force of my release, my nipples taut peaks. I grip onto the sheets, my body shaking violently.
He doesn't stop, his mouth latched onto my pussy. His tongue flicks over my sensitive clit, prolonging my orgasm. My body shudders, my mind going blank with pleasure.
I cum again, my body twitching violently as another orgasm rips through me. I can feel my orgasm pulsate around his tongue, my squirt gushing out of me.
"Cummingggg!" I cry out, my voice echoed in the small room. My body is on fire, pleasure washing over me in waves. I can feel my squirt soaking his face, his mouth suckling at my pussy, drawing out my orgasm.
Finally, he pulls away, his face glistening with my juices. His smirk is self-satisfied, triumphant. I collapse onto the bed, my mind a hazy fog of pleasure and humiliation. My pussy is throbbing, sensitive to even the faintest touch.
"Good girl," he murmurs, crawling up my body. His cock, still hard, nudges against my thigh. "Now, it's your turn to use your mouth on mine."
Jake is standing there, his massive cock pointing at me like the hands of a clock stuck at midnight. The thick, veiny, fat pole is twitching with an insistent demand that fills me with a mix of dread and eagerness.
I can't deny the natural submissiveness that seems to take over, as I crawl towards him on all fours. His filthy, bitch-breaking pole is intimidating, but the sated warmth between my legs is a haunting reminder of my body's betrayal.
He stands there, hands on his hips, his cock bobbing with his heartbeat as he watches me approach. This is Jake, the boy who's tormented my son Alex through school. This is the boy who has become my tormentor... my perverse object of desire.
A blush creeps up my neck as I bend forward, my large breasts swaying heavily beneath me. He reaches out, gripping them roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"Your udders are so soft and squishy, Mrs. Carter," he sneers, pinching my nipples cruelly before he shoves me back down.
My lips part to take him in, wrapping around his hot, thick, pulsing cock. My mouth is filled with him, the taste of him on my tongue and the smell of him flooding my senses. I can't help but surrender to the post-orgasmic haze that makes me crave his taste, his touch.
His cock is so big... so hard in my mouth. My tongue circles the thick head before dipping into the slit, tasting the precum that's leaking out of him.
It's a lot bigger than... My thoughts trail off, unfinished, as I suck on him greedily. A sense of shame washes over me. Ah... it's not right... I should hate this...
I hold his cock, jerking him off in rhythm to my sucking. My own body is on display, my fat ass wiggling in the air as I noisily suckle on his cock. My ears are burning. Why am I behaving like this?
He commands me to stop sucking him. "Get down on all fours and show me your ass," he orders.
I obey, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a lewd 'plop' before turning around and raising my ass cheeks up for him. I can feel the trickle of my own juices running down my thigh, a silent testimony to my arousal.
He positions himself behind me, lining his massive cock up with my dripping wet pussy. I can feel his heated gaze on my ass, and I'm both excited and ashamed. I don't have time to protest, to fight or even prepare myself as with a quick thrust, he plunges deep inside me.
I gasp, my body arching as he fills me completely. He fully sheathes himself inside me, his fat dick stretching my tight walls.
His mocking voice cuts through the heavy panting and grunting in the room. "Shit... your cunt feels so good, Mrs. Carter," he laughs.
I can only moan in response, my tongue heavy in my mouth. He pulls back, only to thrust into me again, creating a rhythm that has me rocking back into him.
The sound of his hips slapping against my ass fill the room. His balls swing heavily against me with every thrust, creating a lewd slapping sound that echoes in my ears.
The boy's sex skills are impressive... too good. I can't help but moan with each thrust, my body betraying me. My nipples stiffen, my cunt twitches around his invading cock.
My moans grow louder and louder, each thrust driving a new wave of pleasure through me. SLAP SLAP SLAP his hips meet my ass, the force of his thrusts making my breasts bounce with each impact.
"Ahh... Ahh... Ahhh..." I can't stop the sounds escaping my lips.
I can't help it. I'm being fucked like a bitch by a boy the same age as my son. The realization is cruel, the thought revolting, but I can't stop myself.
I'm at his mercy...
And then I hit my limit. His hips are moving so fast, his cock pounding into me with such force that I can barely breathe. I feel his hand reach down, mashing my breasts together.
He knows all of my sensitive areas, all of my weaknesses. He's using them against me, exploiting my body for his pleasure.
I'm riding him now, my hips grinding down onto his, my breasts bouncing heavily with every thrust. I look down, watching his cock disappear inside me again and again.
But something is wrong...
"Huh? Where's your condom?" I gasp, suddenly realizing that he's fucking me raw.
He only laughs, his sinister chuckles vibrating through me. "Hehe, so you found out."
"No... pull it out!" I demand, trying to squirm away from him.
But he only grips my hips tighter, pulling me back down onto his cock. "It's alright," he reassures me, his voice far too calm.
"No, it's not alr- AAAAH!!!!!" I scream as another orgasm rips through me. I can feel my cum gushing out, coating his cock. My body shakes violently, my climax washing over me like a tidal wave.
I've cum on his bare cock like a stupid bitch. My mind is a whirlwind of pleasure and shame. I've been corrupted... and I can't seem to stop.
"Ok.. ok.. pull out!" I gasp out, trying to catch my breath. My pussy is still clamped tightly around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically. That was a mini orgasm...I can feel myself getting close again...
There's a war waging inside me, a fight between what's right and the undeniable pleasure coursing through me...
"Hey, if you want, I'll let you take it out. So do it quickly," Jake teases, his voice echoing in my ears.
"Ahh.. No… don't move!" I squeal, as another wave of pleasure hits me. I'm close again...
"But you're saying all that about the condom, yet your pussy is squeezing me so tightly!" he retorts, his words like a slap to my face.
He's grinning, the bastard is lying back, hands crossed behind his head.
I'm on top of him, my chest heaving, still fully seated on his cock. I can feel his length throbbing inside me, each twitch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
"Hurry up and get off then, Emily…"
My mind is a battlefield, with my body on one side and my morals on the other. And between them is Jake — a smirking devil, pushing me to the brink.
Then he starts thrusting up into me, the sudden movement catching me off-guard. A moan slips from my lips as he hits my cervix, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
"Ahh, no...at this rate, I'm gonna cum!"
Yet, Jake stops again, grinning up at me like a Cheshire cat. "Huh?" I manage to articulate, my mind foggy with pleasure.
"I'm tired of moving all the time," he says, his hands gripping my hips. I'm sitting there, on top of him, my breasts hanging down, my hands on his abs.
Jake suggests, "I was thinking, since it looks like you don't want to ride it, you should start moving your hips... if you don't care about the lack of condom, that is…"
"No, I can't do that!" I protest, my voice shaky. "You're... you're not wearing a condom!"
*But just a little more...just a little more…*
I think to myself as I squeeze around him. My pussy clenches, a little squirt of my juices escaping me. *Ah...oh...I'm gonna...oh no, Emily...don't do it...don't do it…*
"Hey, who said you could use my dick without my permission?" Jake grins.
"Huh?"
"If you want my dick," he teases, "then tell me CLEARLY. Or do you want to stay still like this forever?"
I'm ashamed, but I've also never been so turned on in my life. I've never said something so vulgar out loud...
"But just a little more...just a little more..." I plead silently, grinding down on him. My eyes are crossing, I'm dripping sweat, trembling as he lies beneath me.
"If you don't hurry up, your son might come back!" Jake warns. The mention of Alex makes me freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't let him find out...
"Okay, then." Jake seems to have lost his patience. He starts to pull out, leaving me empty and aching for more.
*NO! Don't leave!* I whimper, my eyes wide in desperation.
"I...Ah...I WANT YOUR DICK, JAKE!" I cry out, my voice echoing through the room. "Please continue fucking my pussy!"
Jake flips me onto my back, his grin burning into my skin like a brand. I'm exposed, vulnerable under his gaze, my large breasts flopping to the sides.
"Good job, Emily," he murmurs, his voice slick with satisfaction. He positions himself between my spread legs, his thick, virile cock looming over me like a predator.
I gasp, my eyes wide. I know what's coming, and I'm powerless to stop it.
"I'm putting it in...no condom," he warns, his gaze locked onto mine. There's a challenge in his eyes, daring me to protest, to push him away. But I don't. I can't.
I whimper, but I don't resist. My legs fall apart automatically, accepting his weight between them. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I watch his massive, virile cock swing precariously over me.
The head is an angry red, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Every vein is visible as he takes a handful of his impressive length, guiding it back to my drooling hole.
Then, he's inside me. My body arches off the bed, a scream caught in my throat as he slams home with a force that leaves me trembling. His hips slam down onto mine, balls slapping against my wet pussy.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
The rhythm is brutal, relentless. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock pummeling my soaked hole fill the room. His balls swing heavily with each thrust, slapping against me, pushing out the cum that was already dribbling down my thighs.
My moans are high-pitched, strangled cries that echo off the walls. I'm getting stupider with each orgasm, moaning stupidly as he continues to pound. I'm happy like this, being fucked like a slut... being drilled stupid.
"HAHA!" Jake cackles above me, his cock bullying into my pussy… rough, brutal, animalistic. He's not making love to me… he's outright fucking me, pummeling my pussy into submission.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I cry out, my voice high and desperate.
"How's my dick?!" he sneers, sweat dripping from his body, coating my skin in a layer of his tangy saltiness.
"Ah! It's so amazing! So goo-" I cry out, my words interrupted by another brutal thrust of his hips.
My grip tightens on the bed sheets as he fucks me in missionary style. 'Squish, squish' sounds of my pussy getting plowed echo through the small room. Every thrust, every slam sends tremors of pleasure through my quaking body. With every tremor, my mind flickers back to my helpless state.
"I'm gonna push all the way into your WOMB!!" he declares, picking up his pace.
The boy who tormented my son is now dominating me, his cock violating my most intimate parts.
At that moment, I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what's to come. Yet even as I feel the beginnings of that inevitable buildup, a small part of my mind continues to fracture with the realization of what I'm becoming.
"Ah, yes, please! Fill my womb with your sperm, Jake!" I plead, my voice shrill with anticipation… for what, I don't even know.
"I'm gonna cum!" He announces, his voice echoing ominously in my ears. "I'm gonna fill your WOMB with my CUM!!"
His words hit me like a train, causing me to cum. "CUMMING!!" I moan out loudly, my back arching off the bed. My body convulses, quakes. My pussy clenches, gushes around his cock. I feel my juices squirt out of me, coating his balls.
Then, his cum starts flooding me. His cock swells inside me, the head pulsing. I feel every rope, every squirt of his cum shooting out of him. Thick, viscous ropes of his cum burrow deeper in me, filling me, completing his domination. He inseminates me, his massive cock depositing his seed deep within my wet, velvety folds.
Every spurt sends delicious shockwaves through me, pushing me over the second orgasm right after I've just had one. So powerful, so heavy, so intoxicating!
"AHHHHHHH!!" I scream as I fall over the edge again, my toes curling as my orgasm crashes over me... wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me with such intensity that my world narrows down to Jake and his pulsing cock mercilessly buried deep in me.
His hot seed gushing inside me, another powerful orgasm explodes within me, my body shaking violently, squirting onto the bed.
"How does it feel to have your womb filled with MY CUM, you slutty MILF!" Jake grunts, his triumphant voice filling the room.
My mind is a complete mess, my body is overwhelmed by the blunt force of him fucking me silly… I go cross-eyed.
-SPLURT-
I can't help but moan as his cum follows the path his cock had recently vacated, squirting out of my messy hole and pooling in the crevices between us.
Then, everything goes quiet. Jake collapses on top of me, his body shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm. I can feel his cum leaking out of my pussy, trickling down my ass crack.
His seed is in me, deep inside me. His DNA, his essence...it's inside me. His cum is marking me, claiming me. It's not a safe day...
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I cry out, my body convulsing under him. My pussy contracts around his cock, milking him for all he's worth.
My mind is a muddled mess of pleasure and shame. The realization hits me like a bucket of ice-cold water—I've been bred by my son's bully.
—
The woman on the screen is bare, a sweaty, cum-filled mess. The fluids are squirting from her filled hole, joining the large puddle on the sheets beneath her. Her eyes cross and she shudders in the aftershocks of her incessant orgasms.
Jake's hand is reaching towards her face, fingers curled around his phone. He's capturing every detail of her degradation, every shiver and dribble of cum.
Alex's pulse quickens in morbid anticipation. Until now, the woman's face has been distorted, protected from prying eyes by a discreet blur. But as Jake cocks his head, a sadistic grin playing on his lips, he speaks the damned words.
"Let's reveal her true identity."
With just a swipe on his screen, the software morphs and twist, the pixels reshaping and suddenly... she's there... My God... Alex freezes, his heart plummeting to the pits of his stomach, his blood running cold.
"M-... Mom??!" My voice catches in my throat, frozen by the horrifying image on my phone screen.
Suddenly, Jake's laughter is exploding in my ears. "Hahaha! So, Alex... did you enjoy watching your mother receive a creampie?!"
My stomach drops. Jake's face - smug, victorious - is mirroring my stupid, dumbfounded expression. "What did you say..?" I manage to croak out.
"Oh, did you not hear it? I'll say it again." Jake takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a devious whisper. "I inseminated your mommy, man... and she loved it."
The room spins around me. A lump forms in my throat.
Those enormous tits, that full ass, that squirting... that woman was... "Mom?"
I'm plunged into an ocean of terror, my reality shattering right before my eyes. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I break out in a cold sweat, feeling my knees shaking.
"Mom...was it... her all along?"
"Yep!" Jake confirms, his voice abnormally cheerful. The bastard's snap chatting the milf's cream pie while sneering into the camera. He barks, "Emily, do the peace sign with your pussy!"
On-screen, Emily's eyes flutter open sluggishly. She lifts her hands, two fingers stretched out into a peace sign. She brings them down to her soaked pussy, still leaking with Jake's cum.
"Hey, Emily! Say 'Alex's mom is a cum bucket!'"
My own mother... she... she says it, pausing for just a moment before holding out the peace sign with both hands.
Jake is laughing, the twinkle in his eye even more pronounced in the cell phone's camera. "She's adorable, isn't she?"