Chapter 13
The Desperate Mother and the Crying Bully
After getting Yuna's address from Sophia, I hopped on my bike and rode straight there. The house was nothing fancy — just a normal two-story family home in a quiet suburban street. I parked my bike outside and locked it. A few neighbors glanced my way with curious eyes. Some middle-aged women watering their plants did double-takes, their gazes lingering on my smooth skin and the obvious bulge in my pants. One even waved shyly, biting her lip. I ignored them and walked up to the door.
I knocked twice.
A soft voice came from inside. "Coming~"
The door opened and a stunning MILF stood there. She was in her mid-thirties, with long wavy chestnut hair tied in a loose ponytail, full glossy lips, and a body built for sin. Her white tank top stretched obscenely over a pair of heavy F-cup breasts that jiggled with every breath, dark nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Below, tight grey shorts hugged her wide, fertile hips and thick, juicy ass, the fabric riding up between her cheeks. She froze mid-sentence the moment she saw me — a smooth-skinned, pretty boy standing on her doorstep.
"Who are you—?" Her words died in her throat as her eyes widened, drinking in my face and body.
I grinned sweetly and spoke in my gentlest, most angelic voice. "Hello, I'm Leon. Can I come inside?"
She blinked, still stunned by the sight of a real boy at her door, then nodded quickly and stepped aside. "O-Of course… please come in."
I walked inside and she closed the door behind me with a soft click. We sat on the living room sofa. She leaned forward, deliberately pushing her massive breasts together so the deep cleavage spilled out of her tank top, trying to show off every inch of her body.
"Who… who are you, boy?" she asked in the sweetest voice she could manage, eyes sparkling with motherly hunger.
"I'm Leon. Yuna's friend from school," I said innocently.
Her eyes lit up with recognition. "Ahh… you must be Leon! Two days ago Yuna was talking about you so happily — saying a boy had finally become her friend. But yesterday she came home looking completely dejected. She didn't even eat dinner… just locked herself in her room and cried non-stop."
She looked at me with desperate, motherly eyes. "Leon… did something happen between you two? Did she do something wrong?"
Her full lips trembled slightly as she spoke, making my cock throb painfully in my pants. I smiled gently. "Can I call you Olivia?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes… you can call me by my name."
I stood up slowly and stepped closer to her, placing my hands on her soft shoulders. She twitched at the touch but didn't pull away. "You know, Olivia… friends with a boy means something more in this world, right?"
She nodded again, breathing faster.
I sat back down and patted the spot right beside me. "Come here, Olivia. As my friend."
She obeyed instantly, scooting close until her thick thigh pressed against mine. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock-hard 12-inch cock, letting it stand straight up between us, thick veins pulsing, the swollen head already leaking precum.
"Suck it, Olivia. Help your friend."
She didn't even hesitate for a second. Olivia dropped to her knees between my legs like a woman starved. She wrapped both soft hands around the thick base, eyes wide with lust, and leaned in. Her warm tongue licked slowly up the entire length first, savoring the taste, then swirled around the fat head, lapping up every drop of precum. She moaned softly before opening wide and taking me into her hot, wet mouth.
*Gawk… gawk… gawk… gluck… gluck…*
The sloppy sounds filled the living room as she bobbed her head frantically. She forced herself deeper and deeper, gagging wetly when the head hit the back of her throat, but she never pulled back. Saliva poured down her chin and dripped onto her massive F-cup breasts, making them glisten. She used her tongue expertly, swirling it around the underside while her hands pumped the part she couldn't swallow, twisting and squeezing. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, eyes watering but locked on mine with pure devotion. Every few seconds she pushed forward until her nose pressed against my pelvis, throat bulging visibly as she deepthroated me completely, holding it there until she gagged loudly before pulling back with a gasp, strings of thick saliva connecting her swollen lips to my cock.
I tangled my fingers in her chestnut hair and fucked her face harder, making her choke and moan around my shaft. "That's it… just like that, Olivia. You're such a good friend."
After a few minutes of relentless throat-fucking I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out at the last second and exploded across her beautiful face — thick rope after thick rope of hot cum painting her cheeks, lips, forehead, and even landing in heavy strands across her heaving breasts. Olivia sat there on her knees, face completely covered in my seed, eyes glassy with lust, but she didn't wipe any of it away. She simply waited, breathing heavily, for my next command.
I patted her head gently, smearing some of my cum into her hair. "Yes… just like that. You know your place as my friend. But Yuna… she went too far. I gave her permission to suck, but she got naked and tried to ride me without asking. Do you know how hard it was for me to stop myself from fucking her when I wasn't even in the mood?"
Olivia's eyes widened, a mix of shock and something almost crazy flashing across her face. She must have thought I was insane for turning down her daughter, but she said nothing — her gaze stayed glued to my still-hard cock.
"Well… that's the story," I said casually, zipping up for a moment.
Olivia immediately knelt lower, voice trembling with desperation. "Leon… please forgive my daughter. She isn't mature enough yet to understand these things. She's still just a foolish girl…"
I smirked. *Look at this bitch begging me.*
"Yes, that's exactly why I came here — to forgive her. Show me her room and don't let her know I'm here. I want to give her a surprise."
She nodded frantically, eyes shining with relief and lingering lust. We went upstairs quietly. At Yuna's door Olivia stopped and whispered, "This is her room." Then she opened it slowly.
From inside came a shaky voice. "Mom… I'm not hungry… please go back…"
Olivia looked at me with big puppy eyes, silently begging me to help her daughter. I nodded and gave her fat ass a firm slap that made her jump and touch the spot where my hand landed. "Don't worry. I'll help her. Go make some tea and bring it here."
She hurried away, still rubbing her ass.
I stepped inside the dimly lit room. Yuna was lying on her bed, one arm over her eyes, shoulders shaking slightly as she cried quietly. Her long brown hair was messy, and she was still wearing the same tiny tank top and shorts from earlier.
I walked up to the bed and sat on the edge. "Well… you are really crying, huh?"
Yuna slowly moved her arm away. Her eyes widened in pure shock the moment she saw me.
"Leon… you are here—"
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**End of Chapter 14**