24-12-2025, 09:59 AM
Alex's world shattered the night he pieced it together. He'd been jerking off to those faceless clips for weeks, the woman's body—curvy tits, shaved pussy, the way she begged for cock—haunting his dreams. But Jake had slipped up, sending a new video without cropping her face. There she was: his mom, Lisa, on her knees in a dingy alley, mouth stretched around a beggar's filthy dick, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as cum dripped from her chin. The timestamp matched her late nights 'grading papers.' Alex replayed it, cock throbbing despite the nausea. She was the whore in every video—the park blowjobs, the mall under-table sucks, the beach crawls. The bullies owned her. His own mom, addicted, loving it. Shame burned him, but so did arousal; he came harder than ever, hating himself as ropes of cum hit his screen.
He confronted no one—too terrified, too obsessed. Instead, he spied on her, noticing the collar marks under her collar, the distant glaze in her eyes at dinner. 'Everything okay, Mom?' he'd ask, voice cracking. She'd smile faintly, 'Just tired, sweetie,' while her phone buzzed with Jake's demands. Alex knew the Trio used her relentlessly now, turning college into their playground. During lunch, they'd drag her to the empty chem lab, bending her over lab tables. Jake would ram her pussy from behind, her skirt hiked, while Tyler stuffed her mouth, Mike filming her muffled moans. 'Scream for your boy,' they'd taunt, knowing Alex lurked nearby sometimes, peeking through the door crack, hand down his pants.
The principal, Mr. Hargrove, had caught wind too. Whispers from staff about Lisa's disheveled arrivals, cum stains on her blouses, the way she flinched at loud noises. He'd seen a blurry clip online—Lisa naked in the parking lot, ass up for the boys—passed around faculty chats. He called her in, door closed, voice stern: 'Ms. Thompson, this behavior... it's unbecoming. The videos, the absences.' Lisa knelt instinctively, tears welling, but he waved her off, face red. 'Clean up your act, or you're out.' He knew the Trio orchestrated it, their smirks in the halls confirming, but he stayed hands-off—no reports, no intervention. Deep down, the power imbalance thrilled him vicariously; he'd lock his office door later, stroking to the leaked footage, but never joined. Lisa left his office dripping from a quick Trio fuck in the stairwell.
The bullies escalated, hosting a massive gangbang that weekend in an abandoned warehouse on the city's edge—doors cracked for walk-ins, word spread via texts to their network. Lisa arrived collared and leashed, stripped bare before they even started. 'Time to feed the masses, whore,' Jake said, chaining her wrists to a metal beam, legs spread wide on a stained mattress. Her pussy already glistened, addicted to the humiliation.
The Trio kicked it off. Jake plunged into her ass first, gripping her hips, pounding deep until her hole gaped. Tyler took her pussy, the double stretch making her scream, body rocking between them. Mike face-fucked her, balls slapping her chin, cum from his first load spilling down her throat. She gulped it eagerly, 'More, masters—fill your slave!'
People poured in fast: Underclassmen boys, awkward and horny, shoving forward. A pimply 18-year-old with braces dropped his pants, shoving his skinny cock into her mouth while another virgin kid humped her tits, precum smearing her nipples. Ugly men from the streets—beer-bellied laborers, scarred ex-cons—joined the line, unzipping stained jeans. One grizzled fucker with missing teeth rammed her pussy after Tyler pulled out, his hairy gut pressing her belly, grunting as he unloaded inside.
Beggars shuffled in last, reeking of booze and sweat. A toothless hobo bent her over further, ass high, and shoved into her already cum-filled hole, mixing loads that leaked down her thighs. Young punks circled, jerking off onto her back, ropes hitting her skin in sticky webs. A deformed drunk with a limp cock made her suck it soft, then pissed on her face when he couldn't cum—Lisa opened wide, drinking the stream, her addiction making her cum untouched, pussy clenching air.
Dozens rotated: Hands groped her everywhere—fingers twisting nipples, slapping her clit, fisting her sloppy holes. She begged through it all, 'Use me, please—I'm your whore!' Jake directed traffic, 'Next—fuck the teacher's cunt!' A group of five young boys double-teamed her at once: Two in pussy and ass, one in mouth, the others jerking onto her tongue. Ugly strangers piled on, a fat slob sitting on her chest, suffocating her with his ass while another reamed her from below.
The session lasted hours, Lisa's body a wreck—bruises from slaps, welts from belts they'd used to whip her tits red, cum crusting every inch. She orgasmed endlessly, lost in the filth, loving her masters for sharing her. The Trio finished by pissing on her in unison, golden streams soaking her hair, marking their property. Strangers joined the piss, hosing her pussy until it overflowed. They unchained her at dawn, cum bubbling from her holes as she crawled to the car, whispering, 'Thank you... I need this forever.'
Back to college routine, but the bullying amped up on the local bus—Lisa's daily commute, packed with commuters, students, and randos. The Trio rode with her now, anonymous in the crowd, but orchestrated the touches. No fucking there; rules were strict—tease, grope, seduce until she begged silently, pussy soaking her panties.
One crowded afternoon, bus lurching through traffic, Jake pressed behind her, hand slipping under her skirt. Fingers traced her ass crack, dipping into the cleft, circling her asshole through thin fabric. Lisa bit her lip, gripping the pole, as Tyler flanked her side, palm cupping her tit, thumb rolling the nipple hard. Mike whispered hot in her ear, 'Feel that, slut? Everyone's watching.'
Strangers caught on quick—the bullying vibe infectious. A burly construction worker nearby, smelling of sawdust, 'accidentally' brushed her thigh, hand lingering, squeezing the soft flesh. Young boys from Alex's college—knowing cronies—nudged closer, one sliding fingers along her inner thigh, inching toward her heat. An ugly old man with liver spots grabbed her waist 'for balance,' his gnarled hand roaming up, pinching her hip.
Lisa's breath hitched, body betraying her—nipples poking through her blouse, clit throbbing as hands explored. A beggar-type, ragged coat, pressed his bulge against her ass, grinding slow, whispering, 'Nice ass, lady.' She pushed back instinctively, addicted, but no penetration—just the friction, the seduction building tension. Fingers from multiple hands teased her pussy lips over panties, one dipping inside to rub her clit, making her knees buckle.
The bus jolted; a teen boy's hand yanked her bra down, exposing a tit to the window—cool air hitting the peak. Commuters stared, some smirking, others averting eyes, but no one stopped it. Jake's fingers now inside her panties, stroking her folds wet, while Tyler sucked her earlobe, breath hot: 'Cum for us, quiet.' She did, shuddering silently, juices coating fingers as the old man groped her other breast, twisting roughly.
At her stop, she stumbled off, legs jelly, panties ruined. The Trio followed, laughing, dragging her to a nearby alley for the real fuck—Jake bending her over a crate, cock slamming her pussy while she licked Tyler clean. 'Bus teasing's just foreplay, whore.' Alex, on the same route sometimes, had glimpsed it once—hands on his mom, her flushed face—and jerked in the back, understanding deepening his torment.
Lisa's descent accelerated. Principal Hargrove summoned her again, footage of the warehouse gangbang on his desk—anonymous tip. 'This ends, or you're fired.' But his eyes lingered on her cleavage, pants tenting. She knelt, 'Please, sir—don't tell.' He shooed her out, locking the door to masturbate furiously. He knew everything—the Trio's control, her addiction—but stayed out, letting the bullying fester.
Alex confronted Jake in the locker room finally, voice shaking: 'It's my mom—you're using her.' Jake grinned, shoving a phone in his face—live feed of Lisa sucking a young boy's cock in the janitor's closet. 'She's ours now. Watch and learn, small-dick.' Alex fled to the bathroom, cumming to the sight, guilt twisting with lust. The bullies used her harder: Quickies in classrooms, public flashes during assemblies, bus gropes turning daily. Lisa texted them from home: 'Tease me more tomorrow—make me yours.' Her maternal side? Buried under cock cravings. Alex understood it all now—the addiction, the fall—and it bound him deeper into their web, jerking to her ruin nightly.
He confronted no one—too terrified, too obsessed. Instead, he spied on her, noticing the collar marks under her collar, the distant glaze in her eyes at dinner. 'Everything okay, Mom?' he'd ask, voice cracking. She'd smile faintly, 'Just tired, sweetie,' while her phone buzzed with Jake's demands. Alex knew the Trio used her relentlessly now, turning college into their playground. During lunch, they'd drag her to the empty chem lab, bending her over lab tables. Jake would ram her pussy from behind, her skirt hiked, while Tyler stuffed her mouth, Mike filming her muffled moans. 'Scream for your boy,' they'd taunt, knowing Alex lurked nearby sometimes, peeking through the door crack, hand down his pants.
The principal, Mr. Hargrove, had caught wind too. Whispers from staff about Lisa's disheveled arrivals, cum stains on her blouses, the way she flinched at loud noises. He'd seen a blurry clip online—Lisa naked in the parking lot, ass up for the boys—passed around faculty chats. He called her in, door closed, voice stern: 'Ms. Thompson, this behavior... it's unbecoming. The videos, the absences.' Lisa knelt instinctively, tears welling, but he waved her off, face red. 'Clean up your act, or you're out.' He knew the Trio orchestrated it, their smirks in the halls confirming, but he stayed hands-off—no reports, no intervention. Deep down, the power imbalance thrilled him vicariously; he'd lock his office door later, stroking to the leaked footage, but never joined. Lisa left his office dripping from a quick Trio fuck in the stairwell.
The bullies escalated, hosting a massive gangbang that weekend in an abandoned warehouse on the city's edge—doors cracked for walk-ins, word spread via texts to their network. Lisa arrived collared and leashed, stripped bare before they even started. 'Time to feed the masses, whore,' Jake said, chaining her wrists to a metal beam, legs spread wide on a stained mattress. Her pussy already glistened, addicted to the humiliation.
The Trio kicked it off. Jake plunged into her ass first, gripping her hips, pounding deep until her hole gaped. Tyler took her pussy, the double stretch making her scream, body rocking between them. Mike face-fucked her, balls slapping her chin, cum from his first load spilling down her throat. She gulped it eagerly, 'More, masters—fill your slave!'
People poured in fast: Underclassmen boys, awkward and horny, shoving forward. A pimply 18-year-old with braces dropped his pants, shoving his skinny cock into her mouth while another virgin kid humped her tits, precum smearing her nipples. Ugly men from the streets—beer-bellied laborers, scarred ex-cons—joined the line, unzipping stained jeans. One grizzled fucker with missing teeth rammed her pussy after Tyler pulled out, his hairy gut pressing her belly, grunting as he unloaded inside.
Beggars shuffled in last, reeking of booze and sweat. A toothless hobo bent her over further, ass high, and shoved into her already cum-filled hole, mixing loads that leaked down her thighs. Young punks circled, jerking off onto her back, ropes hitting her skin in sticky webs. A deformed drunk with a limp cock made her suck it soft, then pissed on her face when he couldn't cum—Lisa opened wide, drinking the stream, her addiction making her cum untouched, pussy clenching air.
Dozens rotated: Hands groped her everywhere—fingers twisting nipples, slapping her clit, fisting her sloppy holes. She begged through it all, 'Use me, please—I'm your whore!' Jake directed traffic, 'Next—fuck the teacher's cunt!' A group of five young boys double-teamed her at once: Two in pussy and ass, one in mouth, the others jerking onto her tongue. Ugly strangers piled on, a fat slob sitting on her chest, suffocating her with his ass while another reamed her from below.
The session lasted hours, Lisa's body a wreck—bruises from slaps, welts from belts they'd used to whip her tits red, cum crusting every inch. She orgasmed endlessly, lost in the filth, loving her masters for sharing her. The Trio finished by pissing on her in unison, golden streams soaking her hair, marking their property. Strangers joined the piss, hosing her pussy until it overflowed. They unchained her at dawn, cum bubbling from her holes as she crawled to the car, whispering, 'Thank you... I need this forever.'
Back to college routine, but the bullying amped up on the local bus—Lisa's daily commute, packed with commuters, students, and randos. The Trio rode with her now, anonymous in the crowd, but orchestrated the touches. No fucking there; rules were strict—tease, grope, seduce until she begged silently, pussy soaking her panties.
One crowded afternoon, bus lurching through traffic, Jake pressed behind her, hand slipping under her skirt. Fingers traced her ass crack, dipping into the cleft, circling her asshole through thin fabric. Lisa bit her lip, gripping the pole, as Tyler flanked her side, palm cupping her tit, thumb rolling the nipple hard. Mike whispered hot in her ear, 'Feel that, slut? Everyone's watching.'
Strangers caught on quick—the bullying vibe infectious. A burly construction worker nearby, smelling of sawdust, 'accidentally' brushed her thigh, hand lingering, squeezing the soft flesh. Young boys from Alex's college—knowing cronies—nudged closer, one sliding fingers along her inner thigh, inching toward her heat. An ugly old man with liver spots grabbed her waist 'for balance,' his gnarled hand roaming up, pinching her hip.
Lisa's breath hitched, body betraying her—nipples poking through her blouse, clit throbbing as hands explored. A beggar-type, ragged coat, pressed his bulge against her ass, grinding slow, whispering, 'Nice ass, lady.' She pushed back instinctively, addicted, but no penetration—just the friction, the seduction building tension. Fingers from multiple hands teased her pussy lips over panties, one dipping inside to rub her clit, making her knees buckle.
The bus jolted; a teen boy's hand yanked her bra down, exposing a tit to the window—cool air hitting the peak. Commuters stared, some smirking, others averting eyes, but no one stopped it. Jake's fingers now inside her panties, stroking her folds wet, while Tyler sucked her earlobe, breath hot: 'Cum for us, quiet.' She did, shuddering silently, juices coating fingers as the old man groped her other breast, twisting roughly.
At her stop, she stumbled off, legs jelly, panties ruined. The Trio followed, laughing, dragging her to a nearby alley for the real fuck—Jake bending her over a crate, cock slamming her pussy while she licked Tyler clean. 'Bus teasing's just foreplay, whore.' Alex, on the same route sometimes, had glimpsed it once—hands on his mom, her flushed face—and jerked in the back, understanding deepening his torment.
Lisa's descent accelerated. Principal Hargrove summoned her again, footage of the warehouse gangbang on his desk—anonymous tip. 'This ends, or you're fired.' But his eyes lingered on her cleavage, pants tenting. She knelt, 'Please, sir—don't tell.' He shooed her out, locking the door to masturbate furiously. He knew everything—the Trio's control, her addiction—but stayed out, letting the bullying fester.
Alex confronted Jake in the locker room finally, voice shaking: 'It's my mom—you're using her.' Jake grinned, shoving a phone in his face—live feed of Lisa sucking a young boy's cock in the janitor's closet. 'She's ours now. Watch and learn, small-dick.' Alex fled to the bathroom, cumming to the sight, guilt twisting with lust. The bullies used her harder: Quickies in classrooms, public flashes during assemblies, bus gropes turning daily. Lisa texted them from home: 'Tease me more tomorrow—make me yours.' Her maternal side? Buried under cock cravings. Alex understood it all now—the addiction, the fall—and it bound him deeper into their web, jerking to her ruin nightly.
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