My son’s kind of a wimp, always has been. I tell him it’s fine, and not to worry about it, but deep down it bothers me. I mean he’s supposed to be a man, right?
Well one afternoon he came home crying like a baby, telling me his bullies, two brothers, had put his head in the toilet at school, and flushed it. Then beat & kicked him until he thanked them for the “swirly”. I was mortified, but also a little turned on..
I knew I had to do something. So I called up my son’s bullies parents, and they agreed to send their two boys over to apologize. When I told my son, he seemed nervous but I assured him “mommy will make everything okay.”.
Anyway the boys got here, and I set out some snacks. We all sat down around the kitchen table, and the boys explained their side of the story. Apparently my son had been calling them the N-word, and they as “proud black men” had to put a stop to it. My son denied this, but I hear the songs he listens to: “N-word this, and n-word that”.
And besides, these nice young men wouldn’t lie about something like this.
The old brother told me that I should be ashamed of raising a racist son, and that I needed to show him that all races are equal. Deep down I knew he was right.
“What do you think I can do to teach him that?” I asked. The bullies smiled at each other deviously.
“Well Kevin’s mom, I think you should give us each a blowjob.” They replied. I was taken aback. “I mean unless you have a problem with black people too..” they continued. “I don’t know..” I managed to get out. “Okay, well maybe we’ll pay a little visit to your law firm, and tell them about what a horrible racist you are.” the younger brother said. “You know that would be a PR nightmare!” the other chimed in.
They were right. I had worked too hard at becoming a successfully lawyer, to let it all go down the drain over a “racism scandal”, so I agreed. It was at this point that my son, protested.
“Mom?! Are you fucking kidding you can’t do that?!” he shouted. Before I could respond the older brother reached across the table and slapped Kevin. “Don’t you talk to your mother like that boy.” he said.
At first I wanted to protect him, but then I noticed I was turned on. My nipples were hard, and easily visible through my blouse, and my pussy was getting wet. Just from watching this alpha pick on my beta son!
“He’s right Kevin, you don’t want mommy to lose her job do you?” I said, dropping to my knees, and peeling off my shirt to expose my perky breasts.
“No bra! I like it” the younger brother said, as they both unbuttoned their pants. Their girth was impressive, I could see they were semi hard in their boxers. “Please can I see them..?” I muttered. “Beg for it slut!” they commanded. “Please can I suck your big black cock? Please! I want all of you in my mouth!” I responded.
They pulled down their boxers, and my jaw dropped! They were huge!! Nothing like my husband, and as they say, like father like son.
I took them both in my mouth, back and forth deep throating one cock and then the other. They held my head tightly as I gagged, and spit, and chocked.. it was so hot!
They both finished in my mouth, and made me swallow all of their cum. Again, so much more than my husband’s loads. “That’s a lot of cum..” I told them. They chucked, and put their pants back on. “Maybe we’ll make this a regular thing.” they half joked, to which my son started crying. What a pathetic loser!
“I’d like that.” I replied. My son lost it, balling uncontrollable. A part of me felt bad, but mostly I was ridiculous horny. When the bullies left, I went to my bedroom and spent the rest of the night playing with myself.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life!