Fucking my son's bully so he stops bullying him | asian | humiliation | blackmail

Naomi, a Korean single-mom, was the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went. At 46 years old, she had the body of a goddess and the face of an angel. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her delicate features and bringing out the warm, golden hue of her skin. But it was her tits that really caught people’s attention. They were massive, easily filling out a DD cup, and so perky and firm that they didn’t even need a bra to hold them up. They bounced and jiggled with every movement she made, captivating anyone lucky enough to be within eyesight.

Despite her stunning looks, Naomi was a humble and compassionate person. She was the epitome of a devoted mother, always putting her son Cho first and going above and beyond to ensure his happiness and well-being. Unfortunately, Cho had been having a rough time at school lately. He came home every day crying and defeated, telling Naomi about how he was being bullied mercilessly by a boy named Mike. The thought of her sweet, innocent son suffering at the hands of some cruel teenager filled Naomi with rage and sadness. She knew she had to do something to put a stop to it.

After much contemplation, Naomi decided that the best course of action would be to try and talk to Mike directly. She invited him over to their house one afternoon after school, promising him homemade cookies and milk. When Mike arrived, Naomi greeted him warmly and led him into the kitchen. As she bent down to retrieve the cookies from the oven, she couldn’t help but notice the way Mike’s gaze lingered on her ample cleavage. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that her low-cut top was revealing more than she had intended.

“Here you go, Mike,” Naomi said, handing him a plate piled high with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “Help yourself to some milk too.”

Mike eagerly dug into the cookies, devouring them in seconds. Naomi watched him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She could see the hunger in his eyes, not just for food, but for something deeper. Something primal and raw.

“So, Mike,” Naomi began, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. “I wanted to talk to you about Cho. I know he’s been having some trouble at school lately, and I want to do everything in my power to help him.”

Mike looked up at Naomi, his expression cold and calculating. “There’s only one thing you can do to help him,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Naomi frowned, confused. “What do you mean? What can I possibly do to make things better for Cho?”

Mike leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Naomi’s cleavage. “You can let me fuck you,” he said bluntly. “Right here, right now. That’s the only way I’ll stop bullying Cho.”

Naomi recoiled at the crudeness of Mike’s demand. She had never been spoken to in such a degrading manner before, and it took all of her self-control not to lash out at him. But then she remembered why she had invited him here in the first place – to protect Cho. 

Naomi's thoughts turned inward. She hadn't been touched by a man in years, and truthfully, she had never really cared for it. Sex had always been a chore, something to endure rather than enjoy. But this time was different. This time, it wasn't about her desires or needs; it was about protecting Cho.

She steeled herself, pushing aside her revulsion and focusing on the task at hand. If this was what it took to keep her son safe, then she would do it, no matter how distasteful she found it.

"Alright," she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "We'll do it your way."

The words left a bitter taste in Naomi's mouth as she spoke them. She couldn't believe what she was agreeing to - what she was offering. But she had to remind herself that this wasn't about her. This was for Cho.

Her eyes traveled up and down the figure of the boy standing before her. Mike, a 19-year-old gym rat, looked every bit the part. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, defined muscles rippling underneath his smooth skin. His blond hair was cropped short, styled neatly to the side. A hint of scruff shadowed his jawline.

But despite his impressive physique, Naomi couldn't deny the repulsiveness that radiated from him. There was something slimy and unsavory about him, a scent of arrogance and disrespect that clung to his very pores. He was the type of guy that Naomi would cross the street to avoid, the kind she wouldn't give a second glance to.

Yet here she was, agreeing to sleep with him, simply to protect her son. The irony was not lost on her.

Naomi froze as Mike leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. She hadn't expected him to make the first move, especially not after the crude proposition he had made. But here he was, kissing her with surprising gentleness.

"Delicious," Mike murmured against her lips, his hands resting on her hips. "Korean lips are the tastiest."

Naomi felt a shudder of disgust run through her, but she forced herself to stay still. She couldn't let Mike know how repulsive she found him.

Mike grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, come on, Ms. Lee. Don't act like you don't enjoy it."

Naomi felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. How dare he assume that she wanted this? She was only doing this for Cho.

"Come on, Ms. Lee, let's not beat around the bush," he said as he removed his shirt, revealing a toned and tattooed upper body.

Naomi's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mike's muscular build. She had never seen a man naked outside of her husband.

"What are you doing?" she stammered, taking a step back.

Mike ignored her question and pointed at his cock, which was now fully erect. "Use those delicious Korean lips of yours to start sucking on this," he demanded.

Naomi's heart raced with fear and uncertainty. The thought of blowing someone she despised made her stomach turn.

"I can't do that," she said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine," Mike said with a smirk. "Have it your way. I'll be waiting for Cho in the morning."

"No!" Naomi shouted, panicked. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll do anything."

She uncrossed her arms and hesitantly reached out towards Mike's cock, grabbing it with both hands. It felt foreign and gross in her grasp, but she refused to let go. Instead, she leaned in and tentatively licked the tip.

She closed her eyes and started to take him in her mouth, trying to erase the guilt from her mind.

As she sucked and stroked him, she heard Mike whispering filthy things in her ear. Calling her names and telling her how good she was at it. Normally, she would never tolerate such language, but she was too far gone to care. All she could think about was pleasing him and keeping Cho safe.

Mike, now his dick so up Naomi's throat, didn't want this opportunity to go to waste. "Hey, Ms. Lee" He said while stroking her head to take his cock deeper "I really wanna watch you play with your huge tits"

Mike's request made Naomi's stomach turn, but she knew she had to comply. She reluctantly pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting her large breasts fall freely.

Mike leered at her, his eyes fixated on her chest. "Damn, Ms. Lee, those are some nice titties you got there."

Naomi felt a wave of shame wash over her, but she remained quiet and obeyed his commands.

"Play with 'em," Mike instructed, still gripping her chin tightly.

Naomi hesitantly cupped her own breasts, embarrassed at the sight of her own body being objectified in such a way. She squeezed them gently, avoiding eye contact with Mike as she did so.

"Harder," he commanded, his tone becoming increasingly forceful.

Naomi complied, kneading her own flesh as Mike watched intently. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she knew she had to continue in order to protect her son.

Mike's ego inflated with every passing second, and he became more bold in his requests. As he continued to stroke his cock, he ordered Naomi to start playing with herself.

"Look at me, Ms. Lee," he commanded, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Watch as I pleasure myself. Now, show me how you touch that juicy Korean pussy of yours."

Disgusted and humiliated, Naomi nevertheless obeyed. She spread her legs wider and began to touch herself, all while maintaining eye contact with Mike. Her cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't risk upsetting him and jeopardizing Cho's safety.

"That's right, baby," Mike encouraged, his voice oozing sleaze. "Show me how much you want it."

Naomi's mind raced as she tried to dissociate from the situation. She imagined herself anywhere but here, performing this degrading act for this despicable man. But her efforts were in vain, as her body responded to her own touch.

Mike seemed to enjoy the show, his strokes becoming quicker and more vigorous. Naomi could tell he was nearing his climax, and she silently willed him to hurry up and finish.

To Naomi's horror, Mike abruptly stopped stroking his cock and ordered her to get up and lie on the couch. She knew what was coming, and she felt her heart race with dread.

"Get on the couch, Ms. Lee," he barked, his tone commanding and authoritative. "On your back, legs spread wide."

Naomi hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with panic. But she knew she couldn't refuse him. She got up from the chair and slowly made her way over to the couch, lying down as directed with her legs spread eagle.

To her surprise, Mike didn't immediately mount her. Instead, he stood there for a few moments, admiring her body with a creepy grin on his face.

"You have such a beautiful pussy, Ms. Lee," he said, practically salivating. "Such a shame I have to ruin it."

Naomi couldn't help but let out a sob at his words. She knew what was coming next, and she wished more than anything that she could stop it.

"Use a condom," she managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face.

But Mike just laughed. "Nah, I don't need that shit. I wanna feel your tight Korean pussy wrapped around my cock."

Before Naomi could react, Mike climbed on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance. She closed her eyes and braced herself, praying that it would be over quickly.

Mike thrust himself inside of her with a grunt, causing Naomi to cry out in pain. He was bigger than she anticipated, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him.

Ignoring her distress, Mike began pounding into her with reckless abandon, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Naomi felt like she was being split in half, and she could hardly catch her breath.

"Oh, fuck, Ms. Lee," Mike groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Your pussy feels so damn good."

Naomi wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, but she knew it would do no good. She was trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy.

As Mike continued to ravage her, Naomi felt herself going numb. She tuned out his grunts and moans, focusing instead on the distant sounds of traffic outside. Anything to escape the horrific scene unfolding in her own living room.

Finally, mercifully, Mike tensed up and let out a loud groan as he came inside of her. Naomi felt a warmth spreading throughout her, and she knew that her life would never be the same.

Mike rolled off of her and stood up, tucking himself back into his pants.

"Thanks, Ms. Lee," he said with a wink. "That hit the spot."

Naomi couldn't even summon the energy to reply. She simply lay there, motionless.

Before Mike left, he pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt, then turned to Naomi with a smug grin. "Well, Ms. Lee, I'd say that was quite enjoyable. I think we should make this a like a weekly thing. How does every Wednesday sound?"

Naomi's heart sank as she realized that this was far from over. She had just been brutally fucked on her own couch, and now this monster was suggesting they make it a regular event.

"W-what?" she stammered, trying to wrap her mind around what he was saying.

"You heard me," Mike replied, his tone casual. "I'll leave Cho alone for a whole week, but then we'll meet up again and do this again. Sound fair?"

Naomi felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe what was happening. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, a means to an end. But now it seemed like Mike had other plans.

"Please," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this. I'll do anything else, just don't make me do this again."

Mike chuckled and leaned down to pat her on the cheek. "Sorry, Ms. Lee. I'm afraid I can't resist that delicious Korean pussy of yours. See you next Wednesday."

And with that, he let himself out of the apartment, leaving Naomi lying in a heap on the couch, cum leaking out of her pussy, feeling more alone and hopeless than ever before.