Latina Mom and the Black Bully Ch. 02

Andrea and Paulo were fortunate to have relatively little traffic as they made their way home to their idyllic South Florida suburb. The bully's eyesore of a neighborhood now behind them, the Hispanic couple were feeling a cocktail of emotions after what they had just gone through.

Andrea was emotionally torn. On the one hand, she felt a sense of palpable relief and accomplishment for having been able to strike a bargain with the bully, Chris, to protect her son, but she remained apprehensive as to whether he would be true to his word or not. Furthermore, she was embarrassed by the things Chris had made her say and do in front of her husband. She would never, in a million years, have dreamt of talking about someone else's balls in front of her husband. Paulo had watched her say "nigger cock"! She was feeling sick to her stomach. "Dios mio, what must he think of me now?", she thought to herself. Would protecting their son ruin their marriage?

Andrea was also frustrated that she had been forced to resort to a sexual favor to appease the bully. What haunted her the most about it, was the fact that this sordid, carnal, forbidden act had made her body react with arousal. Even now, riding in the passenger seat next to her husband, she could feel how moist her pussy still was, and felt a dull ache deep inside her. Her nipples were still half-hard. She told herself that it was just the "taboo" nature of the act that had aroused her and nothing more. She hated Chris for making her jerk off his big black cock right in front of the love of her life.

For his part, Paulo was indeed relieved to be out of that house, and most of all, away from Chris. That little shit had disrespected him, and his wife, more than once. He had called her a slut several times. On top of that, Paulo was worried that Chris would not honor the deal and would use the handjob his wife gave him to harangue their son even more. With respect to his wife Andrea however, Paulo was in a state that could only be described as awe.

At first, he had been impressed by her stoic determination as she went through with the act of jerking off the teenager's huge penis. Later, when she began rubbing his balls and coaxing his load out with dirty talk, Paulo was astonished. He had never seen his normally "vanilla" wife act or talk that way. Sure she was built like a curvy goddess, and she often wore tight clothes as was the modern style, but she rarely really "got into it" when it came to sex. Hearing his high school sweetheart, and mother to his son, begging Chris to cum was a surreal moment for him. He had caught a glimpse into some other side of his wife, and he found himself feeling more attracted to her than he ever had in his life. Just seeing that side of her had been too much and couldn't stop himself from cummimg hard watching his wife handle the bully's big dick. He was still horny just thinking about it.

Paulo looked over at his wife in the passenger seat. She was staring off into the sky, eyebrows furrowed. He was suddenly worried that Andrea would be mad at him for having essentially failed in his gambit against the teenager and ultimately allowing him to have his way with her. Paulo had to say something to break the ice, to end the uncomfortable silence. He had to start on the road to redemption.

"I'm really sorry you had to go through with that mi amor... it's all over.... we'll never come back to this asshole's house," Paulo said, pushing the suv past 80mph.

Andrea turned from the window to her husband. She let it all out. "Baby, I'm sorry you had to watch me do and say those disgusting things, you know I didn't mean them! I had to say them. I love you so much!" Tears started to swell in her eyes.

Paulo was shocked. She wasn't mad at him, she was worried he was angry at her! He had to tread carefully, lest she turn it on him. Paulo turned to glance at his wife for a second and said "Baby, don't apologize for anything. Everything you did was for our son, and for that I thank you. You're an amazing mom. If he only knew how far you go to help him."

"If Daniel ever found out what I just did I don't think I'd ever be able to look him in the face again. I know it would just crush him." After a second, Andrea forced a small smile and wiped her tears with her palm. "But thank you baby, that's really nice of you to say. It really means a lot that you recognize the sacrifices I have to make as a mother. Many other husbands wouldn't be mature enough to understand what I had to do back there, I'm glad that you do." She smiled wider.

"I'm impressed with you Andrea. You, um... handled him really well. He definitely wasn't expecting that!"

The last comment made Andrea remember the stain in Paulo's pants as he watched her play with the black dick. Andrea gave her husband a flirty grin and reached over into his lap. She felt his stiff, thin dick through the damp trousers. "When we get home maybe I can impress you some more?" she asked teasingly. The couple was relieved once again that there was no bad blood between them, and felt their spirits renewed by the time they walked back into their spacious house.

While his parents were away at his bully's house, Daniel was restless. A few years ago, when he started high school, his mom had them all install a "family tracker" app on their phones for safety. Now, Daniel was using that app to follow along on his parents visit to Chris' house. He tracked them as they finished their drive, and he made a note of which house they walked into. To Daniel, they had been taking an excruciatingly long time, and staring at the dot on his phone just made it seem longer. After what seemed like almost an hour, they finally started making their way back home. When he heard them finally coming through the front door, Daniel was downright dreading the news they would bring with them.

"Hi Mijo, we're home!", he heard his mother announce from downstairs. Her tone was cheerful, and suddenly Daniel felt his spirits lift. By God, she had done it! Daniel raced down the stairs and nearly jumped into his mother's open arms. He felt her full breasts press into his skinny chest as she kissed him on his forehead.

"What happened? How did it go?", Daniel asked, releasing his mother.

"I did it mijo, Chris has agreed to lay off you! Well, we did it, I should say," she added with a smile towards Paulo. The smile dropped from her face when she turned back towards Daniel. "But I will need to go back in a few weeks to um talk to him about the future. Long term. He only agreed to lay off of you for a few weeks," she said rather demurely.

"Just a few weeks? But why is that?"

Andrea paused and took a deep breath before responding. "Mijo, I think it's best if the details stay between Chris, your father, and I. All you need to know is we were able to negotiate a solution. I'm sorry mi niño lindo, but it's for your own good."

Daniel's suspicion only increased at his mom's enigmatic response, but at least superficially he pretended to accept her answer, and the family's collective jubilation continued. He was hopeful, as his parents were, that Chris would hold up his end of the deal.

Later that night, Daniel couldn't shake the thought that his parent's joy seemed a little superficial, like there was a darker truth they were keeping from him. Although obviously happy, his mom had seemed distracted, and a little out of it. His dad was also upbeat and talkative, but it looked like something was on his mind and he couldn't keep his thoughts together.

He wondered what could have happened at Chris' house to have his parent's acting so weird? What were they keeping from him? That comment Chris had made the other day at school, about his mom looking at his cock, kept haunting his thoughts. As he finally drifted off to sleep, he promised himself he would get to the bottom of what was really going on at Chris' house...

The next few weeks were a breeze for the Santos family, and they flew by just as quickly as one. To their relief, Chris had held up his end of the bargain and had not so much as looked in Daniel's direction. Even more of a relief to Andrea, it didn't seem like her son or anyone in his school knew she had jacked off Chris' donkey dick to protect her son. He had kept her dark secret.

For Andrea, the worst part was withholding this secret from her son. It was so unnatural for her to lie to him, but there was no way she could tell him what she had done for him. In the end it would be worth it, she kept telling herself. She was pleased that her son was now safe, worry-free, and she had accomplished that. Plus she had a husband who wasn't mad at her for what she had to do to get it done. Life was back to normal, and things couldn't be better.

Unfortunately for the Colombian-American family, some things didn't quite go back to normal. That visit to Chris' house had left a mark on Andrea and Paulo's psyches. A big black mark.

Paulo couldn't get the memory of the events at Chris' house out of his mind. How sexy his wife had looked as she got her big ass groped, pinched, and smacked by Chris' black hands. The erotic sound of her small wet hands gliding up and down the bully's giant cock.... her wedding ring glinting as she tugged on his manly nutsack... the memories were too much for him. He was horny all the time, and was having to masturbate to these memories regularly just to be able to focus at work. He was ashamed of himself, but couldn't stop.

Andrea had a similar problem. After jerking Chris off, she had been constantly, uncomfortably horny. As much as she tried, she couldn't keep the memory of Chris' big black cock out of her mind for long. At the grocery store, she would absentmindedly run her hand over the thick salamis and firm cucumbers, involuntarily recalling the feeling of the bully's powerful produce between her palms. Now whenever she encountered a fit black man, Andrea couldn't help but remember Chris' chiseled abs and hard chest. She had even caught herself glancing at the bulges of a few of them. It made her sick with guilt. A loyal and dutiful wife and mother like her shouldn't be having thoughts of any cocks but her husband's, she told herself. But she couldn't keep his average pecker in her mind's eye, no matter how much she tried. Instead, like a GIF looping in her thoughts, she kept picturing Chris' black snake shooting pearly white ropes across his living room. She had no idea it was possible for someone to cum so much. Or have it look so thick and creamy. She did her best to focus on her workouts and her errands and not think about that veiny monster that she would have to encounter again.

Husband and wife each kept their preoccupations a secret to one another, and pretended like life was back to normal. But as the three week deal's expiration inched closer, keeping up those pretenses was getting harder. As the days rolled by, Andrea felt a knot growing larger in her stomach. She was absolutely dreading her inevitable return to Chris' house. She was sure he would want at least the same treatment as last time: her hands on his cock. She knew her duties as a mom would once again, unfortunately, compel her to make her son's bully cum hard.

Finally, the dreaded day arrived. Andrea was so anxious she felt like she could throw up. In hindsight, those three weeks had truly flown by, and she felt she had barely enjoyed them. A few times that day she had changed her mind and resolved not to return to Chris' house... but then just one look at her son's face reminded her who she was doing this for.

The family was solemn at dinner that night, each with something slightly different on their mind. Andrea was worried at what Chris would make her do, and barely ate at all. Paulo was worried about the same thing, but with an undercurrent of worrying whether he would be able to control his shameful boner this time while his wife did her thing. Daniel on the other hand was nervous because of the scheme he had hatched. He was determined to follow his parents that night. There would be no more secrets kept from him.

After dinner, Andrea and Paulo finally said their goodbyes to Daniel, telling him they wouldn't be home too late and to do something other than video games. He told them he'd actually be leaving the house as well, off to do homework at his friend Chuck's house. As they hugged goodbye, Daniel could smell his mom's fragrant hair that rolled down her back. Her full pink lips glistened as they closed in to kiss him on the cheek.

Andrea had tried to dress modestly, wearing navy blue leggings and a white t-shirt she had bought at DisneyWorld, with all the Princesses on it. Even so, her chest stuck out invitingly over her flat stomach, and Daniel couldn't NOT stare at the way his mother's succulent ass filled out those leggings. Her big mom booty absolutely popped in those yoga pants, each meaty cheek claiming it's own independent domain from the other, with a deep, inviting crevasse between. God what he would give to slap his mom's ass just one time, he thought to himself. To grab it. To sink his face in it... Looking lower, he noticed her toenails had a fresh coat of red polish and her soft feet were in a pair of tan flip flops. They looked downright delicious. Despite her looking amazing as usual, Daniel could detect his mom's uneasiness, and his dad's nervousness as well. He wished them good luck and quickly put his own plan in motion as soon as his parents had left....

En route to Chris' house, the couple went over their game plan. Andrea expected and hoped Chris would agree to continue not to bully their son under the same terms as their first deal: 3 weeks of relief in exchange for getting to touch her and a handjob. She apologized in advance for the things she was sure the bully would make her say, but Paulo reassured her that he understood the difficult position she was in and would not think any less of her. Andrea also made it very clear to her husband that she did not want to be alone with the young bully at any time, and wanted Paulo to stay close to her. She told her husband she would feel safer and more comfortable with him close at hand. She would even see about getting Chris to let her husband sit closer to them this time.

They felt the neighborhood's eyes linger on their expensive SUV as they got closer to Chris' house. Dusk was beginning to settle in. Andrea knew she'd have to get this over quickly or risk being in this terrible neighborhood at night.

After knocking on Chris' front door, the couple was shocked to hear not one but two loud male voices hollering inside. They looked at each other wide eyed. They hadn't expected Chris would not be alone, and Andrea was about to bolt back towards their SUV when she heard Chris' voice call from the other side of the door. "Who is it?!" came Chris' voice.

Andrea nudged Paulo in the ribs. "Uh um, Daniel Vargas' parents. We were here a few weeks ago," Paulo added lamely.

They heard locks slide open, the door cracked, and Chris stepped out, opening the door no more than necessary. He shouted back inside the crack, "It's no one Pops, I'll be right back!"

Chris shut the door behind him quickly and looked down at the hispanic couple on his doorstep. He was wearing a black t-shirt, gray basketball shorts, and sneakers.

"Well damn, Is three weeks up already?" Chris asked sarcastically. "Y'all have terrible timing though. Pops is home tonight, we can't do this inside."

It dawned on Andrea that this was a chance to turn the tables on Chris. His grandpa was home, maybe she could get him to force Chris to stop bullying her son? And then she wouldn't have to do anything with his bully dick anymore.

"Let me in to talk to your grandfather." Andrea demanded.

Chris had forgotten how sexy he found Mrs. Vargas' Colombian accent. He had really hit the jackpot with this stunning MILF.

"And why the hell would I let you do that?"

"Christopher, your grandfather needs to know about how you bully our son," Andrea stated calmly, but firmly. "I think he will be on my side once he hears about how you've been behaving at your new school!"

As Andrea spoke, Chris took a moment to look her over. Her face was flawless. Her lips were thick and juicy, naturally glossy. Her dark brown hair looked freshly washed and was left to cascade down her shoulders. Her hefty rack was confined in her small shirt, and her trim waist was exposed from where the shirt ended. He looked over her thick thighs, and pretty, painted toes. This housewife was all his, if he played his cards right.

"You out your mind if you think Pops would ever take your side over mine. All he would see in you is a stranger trying to get his grandson in trouble. He'd probably knock out your pencil-dick hubby here, fuck you senseless, then send you both packing." Chris looked at them both in turn. "You here to protect your son or to play games?"

Andrea hesitated. Chris' casual threats against her and her family had given her pause. Forcing her way in to talk to Chris' grandfather could indeed backfire, and then she would be jeopardizing her son's entire future. She couldn't risk that.

She turned to give Paulo a glance, and when it was clear he had nothing of value to add, she knew she was beat. Andrea exhaled and her shoulders sagged slightly.

"Fine, well if we can't go inside there's no point in us being here. Keep away from my son and we can come back another day," Andrea said.

"Pfft fuck that! I'm gettin mine right now. Follow me around back."

Chris didn't wait for her response. He brushed past them and started walking quickly around the house, towards the backyard.

Husband and wife looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Not able to think of an alternative, and not wanting to be left alone on that stoop, they followed the teenager around the side of his house. They had to nearly run to match his long, hurried strides. Walking behind his wife, Paulo couldn't help but stare at her mouthwatering globes, undulating as she walked. Her cheeks looked absolutely stuffed full of juicy meat. The way it curved up dramatically to the small of her back and trim waist, her rump looked like you could set a cup down on it with no risk of spilling. Damn his wife had some good genes.

As they got to the backyard they saw the lawn was covered in unkempt, shaggy grass and surrounded by shoddy wooden fencing that was riddled with holes. In the middle of the yard there was a large, old tree. Chris shuffled behind the wide trunk and beckoned the couple to follow.

As they hustled towards the tree, Andrea turned to look through the house's windows that faced the backyard. The shutters were partly open, and she could see a heavy-set, older black man, working over the stove in the kitchen. He was bald on top with mostly gray hair on the sides, and a short-cropped full beard. He was wearing navy blue work overalls of some kind, like a plumber or electrician would wear. Luckily, he didn't notice the movement in the window as they slipped past. Andrea grabbed Paulo's hand and quickened her steps towards the tree to not be seen by the bully's grandfather.

The three of them went back around the tree and huddled close together. Chris had his back to the wide trunk and the couple stood right in front of him. They were out-of-sight of the kitchen windows if they stayed close together, but they were in plain view of the neighbors' windows, from either side. It was beginning to get dark outside, and no one seemed to be around, but if a neighbor happened to glance outside into that backyard, they would easily see what the three of them were up to. Andrea quickly scanned the neighbors' house on each side, to ensure no one was watching. She saw only closed curtains and empty windows.

"Ok, we followed you back here," Andrea snapped, "you really expect me to give you..." She paused and lowered her voice. "A handjob behind this tree?"