Cucked Son: Bully Takes Mom and... - Sex Stories

Cucked Son: Bully Takes Mom and...

... of some Calvin Klein hip briefs.

My mom's eyes went even wider than Treydell's as I sat there equally shocked as the ripped athlete walked toward her, the sharp contrast of the white briefs on his black skin making his package stand out even more. He took her hand directly in his and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too," Mom said, looking a little flustered.

"I'm Treydell," he said, speaking with the smooth confidence he did to the ladies in school.

"The quarterback?" Mom asked.

"My reputation proceeds me," he smiled, all charm.

"Perhaps a little," she said, knowing that Treydell was my bully. She glanced to me with a perplexed look.

"I'm supposed to be tutoring him, but he wanted to take a dip in the pool first," I explained.

"I see," she said, Treydell's hand still holding Mom's. "Why don't I go get you two some lemonade, it's hot out here."

"It sure is," Treydell said, flirting with such obviousness.

"I'll be back," she said, and I couldn't help but notice Mom glancing down at his crotch area before she turned and walked away.

When she was back in the house, Treydell asked, as he got back in the pool, "How did a fine-looking woman like that have you?"

"I don't need to be insulted in my own home," I said.

"Sorry," he said. "Regardless, your mom is one hot fucking MILF."

I knew this. Other friends had said so. My dick always said so. But hearing my bully say it pissed me off.

"I don't want to hear it," I ...

... said.

"What?" he asked with a shrug. "She is one hot piece of ass."

"Enough," I said sternly.

"Or what? What exactly will you do about it?" he asked, walking in the pool towards me.

"Just don't talk about my mom," I said.

"Look, I can't help it that she wants some chocolate," he said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You saw how she couldn't take her eyes off me or my big black dick?" he said with confidence.

"She was surprised," I defended.

"Yes, surprised by how big my black dick is," he said crudely.

"Yes, because everyone wants you, Treydell," I said, shaking my head.

"You know it," he said, missing the sarcasm completely.

"You really are a piece of work," I said, as Mom came out with two glasses of lemonade and a couple of towels.

"Here you go, boys," Mom said, walking to the pool.

"Watch," Treydell whispered to me, before he again got out of the water, his now swelling dick clearly encased in his wet underwear and walked to Mom.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Chance," he said, as he took the glass.

Indeed, I saw Mom glance down at his crotch... it was embarrassingly obvious... yet, even I couldn't help but stare at his dick which was huge and barely held in by his wet underwear. I mean, I am seven inches which I know is above average... but he was clearly longer and thicker than me.

"You're welcome," Mom said, trying to be polite, as I got up and came over to get the other glass and try to end this awkward situation.

"You're very kind," ...