Adultery How Alex become cockson

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Alex (Son): Age 18, high college senior. Shy, skinny, not very athletic. He gets bullied a lot, especially after the 'cockson' incident. He feels humiliated but hides it from his mom. He has a secret crush on some girls but is too embarrassed to act.

Lisa (Mother): Age 32, innocent and kind teacher. She is sweet, always helps others, and doesn't suspect the bullying at first. She has long brown hair, wears simple dresses, and is very caring towards her son. She starts as a new English teacher at the college.

Jake (Main Bully): Age 18, big and strong football player. Leader of the bully group. He starts the 'cockson' nickname after humiliating Alex in the locker room.

Tyler and Mike (Bully Friends): Both age 18, follow Jake. They laugh at Alex and join in the teasing.

Sarah (Classmate): Age 18, pretty girl in Alex's class. She sees the bullying but doesn't join in. Maybe she feels sorry for him.

Mr. Thompson (Principal): Age 45, strict but fair. He hires Lisa and tries to keep order in college.

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Alex (Son)

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Lisa (Mother)

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Jake (Main Bully)

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Tyler (Bully Friend)

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Mike (Bully Friend)

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Sarah (Classmate)

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Mr. Thompson (Principal)

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Alex was an 18-year-old high college senior. He was skinny and quiet, with messy brown hair and glasses. He did not like sports or big crowds. His days at Westridge High college were okay most of the time, but lately, things had gotten bad. There was a group of bullies led by Jake, who was also 18. Jake was tall and muscular from playing football. He had two friends, Tyler and Mike, both 18 too. They picked on kids like Alex for fun.

One day in the locker room after gym class, everything changed for Alex. The boys were changing out of their sweaty clothes. Alex was shy about his body. He had a small penis, and he always tried to hide it. But Jake saw him.

"Hey, look at little Alex!" Jake laughed loud. He pointed at Alex's underwear. "What's that tiny thing? Is that your cock? Ha! It's like a baby carrot!"

Tyler and Mike burst out laughing. Other boys turned to look. Alex's face turned red. He pulled up his pants fast, but it was too late. Jake grabbed Alex's towel and yanked it away when Alex tried to cover up.

"No hiding, cockson!" Jake yelled. The name stuck right away. "Cockson! Cockson!" Tyler chanted. Mike joined in. The whole locker room echoed with the laughs. Alex felt tears in his eyes. He ran to the bathroom stall and locked himself in. His heart pounded. Why did this happen to him?

From that day, the bullying got worse. In the hallways, Jake and his friends called him "Cockson" loud so everyone heard. Girls giggled when they passed. Boys high-fived Jake for the joke. Alex walked with his head down, hoping no one noticed him. But they did. During lunch, Tyler tripped him, and his tray flew. Food spilled on the floor. "Oops, Cockson slipped on his own little dick!" Mike joked. The cafeteria roared with laughter. Alex picked up his mess, cheeks burning.

At home, Alex had his mom, Lisa. She was 32 years old, young for a mom. She had soft brown hair to her shoulders and always smiled. Lisa was a teacher at another college, but she was kind and innocent. She helped everyone and never saw the bad in people. Alex did not tell her about the bullying. He did not want her to worry.

One evening, Lisa came home excited. "Alex, guess what? I got a new job!" she said, hugging him.

Alex looked up from his homework. "That's great, Mom. Where?"

"At your college! Westridge High. They need an English teacher. Mr. Thompson, the principal, called me today. I start next week!"

Alex's stomach dropped. His mom at his college? That would be awful. What if the bullies saw her? What if they teased him more because of her? But he smiled. "Cool, Mom. You'll like it there."

Lisa beamed. "I'm so happy. We can eat lunch together sometimes. And I'll watch your games or whatever you do."

Alex nodded, but inside, he panicked. He was 18, almost done with college. He just wanted to graduate without more trouble.

The next week, Lisa started at Westridge High. She wore a simple blue dress and carried her books. Everyone liked her right away. She was gentle and fun in class. Students said she was the nicest teacher.

But for Alex, it was a nightmare. On her first day, he saw Jake in the hall. Jake winked at him. "Hey, Cockson. Is that your hot mom? Damn, she's fine for an old lady."

Alex froze. "Leave her alone," he whispered.

Jake laughed. "Or what? You'll whip out your tiny cock and scare me?" Tyler and Mike snickered behind him.

In English class, Lisa taught Alex's group. She smiled at him. "Class, this is my son, Alex. He's a great student."

The class clapped, but Jake leaned over. "Yeah, great at hiding his little secret," he muttered. Alex heard and sank in his seat.

After class, Lisa talked to Alex. "How was your day, honey?"

"Fine, Mom," he lied.

But the bullies did not stop. During gym, Jake cornered Alex by the bleachers. "Your mom's ass looks good in that dress. Bet you'd like to see her bend over, huh, Cockson? Too bad your dick's too small to do anything."

Alex pushed him away, but Jake shoved back harder. Alex fell on the grass. Tyler took a photo with his phone. "Smile, Cockson! This goes on the college chat."

That night, the photo spread. Boys texted it around: Alex on the ground, looking scared. Captions said "Cockson down again!" Alex deleted messages, but it hurt.

The next day, humiliation got worse. In the bathroom, Mike blocked the door. "Time for inspection, Cockson. Drop your pants. Let us see if it grew."

Alex shook his head. "No way."

Jake grabbed his arm. "Do it, or we tell your mom you're a pervert."

Tears welled up. Alex unbuckled his belt with shaking hands. He pulled down his pants. His small penis hung there, soft and exposed. The boys howled.

"Still tiny! Look at that pathetic thing!" Jake poked it with his finger. Alex jerked back, pulling up his pants. He ran out, sobbing quietly.

Lisa noticed Alex was quiet at dinner. "What's wrong, sweetie? You seem sad."

"Just tired, Mom," he said.

She touched his hand. "If anyone bothers you at college, tell me. I'm there now. I can help."

Alex wanted to tell her, but how? "It's nothing."

The bullying kept going. One afternoon, during free period, Jake and his friends dragged Alex to the back of the gym. They made him stand against the wall.

"Strip, Cockson. Show us what your mom's teaching you about English—maybe 'expose' yourself," Tyler said.

Alex begged, "Please, no. My mom's here."

"That's why it's fun," Mike grinned. They pushed him. Alex's shirt came off first. Then his shoes. He stood in underwear, arms covering his chest.

Jake snapped more photos. "Say cheese, or these go to your mom."

Alex closed his eyes. They yanked down his underwear. Cold air hit his naked body. His penis shrank even more from fear. The boys pointed and laughed.

"Ha! It's hiding! Come out, little cock!" Jake slapped Alex's thigh.

A door opened. It was Sarah, the pretty girl from class. She was 18, with blonde hair and kind eyes. She froze. "What are you doing? Stop!"

The bullies ran, leaving Alex naked and curled up. Sarah threw her jacket over him. "Are you okay? That's awful."

Alex nodded, crying. "They call me Cockson. Because of... you know."

Sarah helped him dress. "That's mean. You should tell someone. Like your mom. She's nice."

But Alex shook his head. "She can't know. It'll make it worse."

Word spread about the gym incident. Whispers followed Alex everywhere. Girls stared. Boys mimicked his exposed pose. Even teachers gave him odd looks, though they didn't know why.

Lisa tried to get closer to Alex at college. She ate lunch with him once. But Jake walked by. "Hey, Mrs. Lisa. Your son's got a unique talent. Ask him about it."

Lisa smiled politely. "What talent?"

Alex choked on his food. "Nothing, Mom. Ignore him."

She frowned but let it go.

The worst came during a college assembly. Everyone sat in the auditorium. Alex was in the back row. Jake sat behind him. During the speeches, Jake whispered, "Hey, Cockson. Bet your mom's up there looking hot. Imagine if I told her your secret."

Alex sweated. Then, Jake's hand reached around. He pinched Alex's side, then lower. Alex squirmed.

Suddenly, Jake yelled loud, "Cockson alert!" The row laughed. Heads turned. The principal, Mr. Thompson, who was 45 and stern, looked over. "Quiet down!"

But the damage was done. Alex hid his face.

After college, Lisa drove Alex home. "I heard some kids calling you a funny name today. Cockson? What's that about?"

Alex's heart raced. "It's just a stupid joke, Mom. Means nothing."

She looked worried. "If it's bullying, tell me. I can talk to Mr. Thompson."

"No! Please, don't," Alex begged. "It'll stop soon."

Lisa sighed. "Okay, but I'm watching out for you. I love you."

That night, Alex lay in bed, thinking. The humiliation ate at him. His body felt dirty from the touches and stares. He wondered if it would ever end.

The next day, things escalated. In the locker room again, Jake had a plan. "Today, we make Cockson perform. Get on your knees."

Alex backed away. "No."

Tyler held his arms. Mike pulled down his pants. Alex's bare ass and tiny cock were out. Jake took out his phone and recorded.

"Beg for mercy, Cockson. Say, 'My cock is small and useless.'"

Tears streamed. "My... my cock is small and useless," Alex whispered.

"Louder!"

"My cock is small and useless!" he shouted.

They laughed and let him go. The video went viral in the college group chat. By lunch, everyone had seen it. Alex skipped classes, hiding in the library.

Sarah found him. "Alex, this is bad. You have to tell your mom or the principal."

"I can't. They'll hurt me more."

She hugged him. "You're brave. It will get better."

But it didn't. After college, the bullies waited outside. They pushed Alex into the bushes. "Time for round two," Jake said.

They made him strip fully. Naked in the open air, Alex shivered. Cars drove by nearby. What if someone saw?

"Jerk it, Cockson. Show us if it can even get hard," Tyler ordered.

Alex's hand shook as he touched himself. Nothing happened at first. The fear kept him soft. They mocked him more.

"Pathetic! Your mom's probably ashamed."

Finally, from the rubbing, it twitched a little. But it stayed small. They took pictures and left him there, clothes thrown far.

Alex dressed quick, running home in tears.

Lisa was in the kitchen. "Alex? You're early. And crying? What's going on?"

He broke. "Mom... the boys... they bully me. They call me Cockson because they saw my... my penis in the locker room. It's small, and they make fun. They make me strip and touch myself. Everyone laughs. I can't take it."

Lisa's eyes widened. She hugged him tight. "Oh, honey. Why didn't you tell me? That's horrible. I'm going to the principal tomorrow. And those boys will be punished."

Alex sobbed. "But they'll hate me more."

"No. The college will protect you. I promise."

The next morning, Lisa marched to Mr. Thompson's office. She told him everything. The principal was shocked. "We'll investigate. No tolerance for this."

He called Jake, Tyler, and Mike in. They denied it at first, but the videos proved it. Suspensions came quick. The college talked about bullying in assembly.

But the damage lingered. Whispers continued. Alex still felt exposed. Yet, with his mom there, he felt safer. Sarah started sitting with him at lunch. Maybe things could change.

Lisa helped Alex talk to a counselor. She was always kind, holding his hand. "You're strong, Alex. And perfect just as you are. Don't let them hurt your heart."

Slowly, the nickname faded. Jake's group stayed away after punishment. Alex stood taller. But the memories of humiliation stayed, a scar on his young life.

And so, at Westridge High, Alex's story of bullying and his mom's new job brought big changes. But who knows what might happen next?


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Hidden Secrets and Dark Tricks

After the suspensions, life at Westridge High seemed to calm down for Alex. Jake, Tyler, and Mike had to stay home for two weeks. The college assembly about bullying made everyone talk about kindness. Alex felt a bit better. He sat with Sarah at lunch now. She was nice, with her blonde hair and soft smile. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one day. "Those jerks won't bother you anymore."

Alex nodded. "Yeah, thanks to my mom. She's the best." But deep down, he still heard whispers sometimes. The nickname 'Cockson' faded, but the shame stuck.

Lisa kept teaching English. She was so kind that students loved her classes. She graded papers at home and helped Alex with homework. "I'm proud of you, honey," she said every night. Her hugs made him feel safe. At 32, she looked young and pretty in her simple dresses. Long brown hair framed her innocent face. She trusted people too much, never seeing tricks coming.

But the bullies were not done. During their suspension, Jake planned something mean. He knew Lisa was new and nice. "That hot teacher? Alex's mom? We'll make her pay for getting us in trouble," he told Tyler and Mike over texts. They laughed. "How?"

"Trick her into helping us. Then fuck her hard. Film it without her face. Send bits to Cockson. He'll watch his own mom get pounded and not even know." Tyler got hard just thinking. Mike nodded. "Genius. She looks innocent—easy to fool."

When they returned to college, they acted sorry. Mr. Thompson warned them: "One more issue, and you're out." They nodded, but eyes on Lisa's classroom.

First, Jake approached Lisa after class. He looked down, fake sad. "Mrs. Lisa? Can I talk? I feel bad about before. I want to apologize to Alex, but I'm scared."

Lisa smiled, kind as always. "Of course, Jake. Bullying hurts everyone. Come to my office after college. We can chat."

Jake grinned inside. "Thanks. You're so nice."

After college, Lisa waited in her small office. Books and papers everywhere. Jake knocked. "Come in," she said.

He sat, acting shy. "I pushed Alex too far. My home life's rough. Dad's mean. I take it out on kids."

Lisa's heart melted. "Oh, Jake. That's sad. You need help. Tell me more."

He lied about beatings and anger. Tears faked. Lisa hugged him. "It's okay. I'll help you. Maybe tutor you in English to build confidence."

Jake felt her soft body. Her dress hugged her curves. He got a boner but hid it. "Really? That'd be great. Can we start today? At your place? Alex won't mind."

Lisa thought. Alex was at Sarah's for a project. "Sure. But just study."

At home, Lisa made tea. Jake sat close on the couch. Books out. But he 'accidentally' dropped a pen. When he bent, his hand brushed her thigh. "Sorry," he said.

"It's fine," Lisa blushed, innocent.

As they read, Jake moved nearer. "You're pretty, Mrs. Lisa. And kind. No wonder Alex is good."

She smiled. "Thank you. Focus on the poem."

But Jake put his hand on her knee. "I feel better already. Can I hug you again?"

Lisa nodded. He pulled her in. His arms tight. Then, his lips on her neck. "Jake! No!" she pushed.

But he held firm. "Shh. You said you'd help. This helps me feel wanted." His hand slid up her dress.

Lisa froze, shocked. "Stop. This is wrong. I'm your teacher."

Jake kissed her mouth hard. Tongue in. She struggled, but he was strong. "You're so hot. Let me show you."

He pushed her back on the couch. Dress up. Panties exposed. White and simple. Jake ripped them off. Lisa gasped. "Please, no!"

But her body betrayed—wet from the surprise. Jake fingered her pussy. "See? You want it. Innocent teachers need cock too."

Lisa whimpered. "Jake... don't..." But he unzipped. His big cock out, hard and thick. Bigger than her ex's.

He rubbed it on her slit. "Beg me to stop, or I'll fuck you." She stayed quiet, scared. He thrust in. Deep. Lisa cried out. "Ah! Too big!"

Jake pounded her pussy. Couch shaking. "Fuck, you're tight. Teacher cunt feels good." He grabbed her tits through the dress. Squeezed.

Lisa's mind spun. Innocent her, tricked. But pleasure built. "No... oh..." She moaned soft.

Jake fucked faster. "Cum for me, slut." He slapped her ass. She did—body shaking. Pussy clenched his cock.

"Good girl." He pulled out. Cum shot on her belly. Hot and sticky.

Lisa sobbed. "Why? I trusted you."

Jake wiped his dick on her dress. "Because you're easy. And fun. Tell anyone, and Alex pays." He left.

Lisa cleaned up, crying. She showered long. Felt dirty. But said nothing. How to explain?

Next day, Alex got a text from unknown number. A video clip. No face—just a woman's body. Brown hair hidden. A man fucking her hard on a couch. Pussy stretched. Moans clear. Cum on skin.

Alex stared. Heart raced. Who? Why me? He watched again. Cock twitched in pants. Guilty, he deleted. But saved secretly.

At college, Lisa avoided Jake. But he cornered her in the hall. "Missed my cock? Meet after college, or video to principal."

She had no video proof, but feared. "Okay... but quick."

In empty classroom, Tyler and Mike waited. "Surprise," Jake said.

Lisa's eyes wide. "No! All of you?"

They locked door. "Strip, teacher. Or we tell everyone you seduced me."

Tears fell. Lisa pulled off dress. Bra and panties next. Naked. Her body curvy—full tits, round ass, shaved pussy.

"On knees," Jake ordered. She knelt. Three cocks out. Big and ready.

"Suck," Tyler said. Lisa opened mouth. Took Jake's first. Sucked slow. Tongue on head.

"Deeper, bitch." He face-fucked her. Gagged her.

Mike grabbed hair. Switched. Tyler next. She blew them all. Saliva dripped. Cocks throbbed.

"Bend over desk," Jake said. Lisa did. Ass up. Jake fucked her pussy from behind. Slapped cheeks red.

"Ah! Hurt!" she cried.

"Shut up." Tyler in her mouth. Double penetrated—mouth and pussy.

Mike filmed. No face—angle on body only. Her tits swung. Pussy leaked juice.

They switched. Mike in ass. "First time? Tight!" Lisa screamed. "No! Stop!"

But they lubed with spit. Fucked her holes. Gangbang hard. Cum in mouth, pussy, ass. Filled her.

Lisa collapsed. Cum leaked out. Body used.

"Clean up. See you tomorrow," Jake said. They left laughing.

That night, another video to Alex. Longer. Woman on desk, fucked by three. Ass and pussy stuffed. Moans louder. Cum everywhere. No face.

Alex hid in room. Watched on loop. Hand in pants. Jerked his small cock. "Fuck... hot..." He came quick. Who is she? Sender unknown. Teased him more.

"Like mommy's friend?" text said. Alex confused. Deleted, but wanted more.

Lisa acted normal at dinner. "How was college?" she asked, voice shaky.

"Good, Mom." Alex eyed her. Dress hid marks. But he felt weird.

Days passed. Bullies tricked Lisa often. In storage room, they made her strip. Jake ate her pussy. Tongue deep. She came unwilling.

"Taste good, innocent slut." Then fucked her against wall. Legs wrapped.

Video sent: Close-up pussy licked, then cock slamming. Cum inside.

Alex watched in bathroom. Almost caught by Sarah. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah." But his phone burned.

One lunch, Jake texted Lisa: "Bathroom. Now."

She went. Stall. Tyler waited. "Blow me quick."

Lisa knelt on dirty floor. Sucked his cock. He came down throat. Swallowed.

Filmed hands-free. Body only.

Clip to Alex: Woman sucking cock in stall. Gulp cum.

Alex jerked in bed that night. Fantasized. Felt bad—why me?

Bullying Alex restarted subtle. Jake whispered in hall: "Got a secret fan? Videos hot, huh?"

Alex blushed. "What?"

"Nothing, Cockson." Laughed.

Lisa felt trapped. Body craved now, shame mixed. But she protected Alex. Told Mr. Thompson nothing.

Weekend, Jake messaged: "Come to my house. Study help. Or videos out."

Lisa went, scared. Empty house—parents away.

Inside, all three naked. "Party time, teacher."

They tied her hands. Bed. Spread legs.

Jake fucked pussy. Tyler ass. Mike tits—cock between, titfuck.

"Scream for us." They pounded. Toys out—vibrator in pussy while cock in ass.

Lisa moaned loud. "Fuck... oh god..." Orgasms multiple.

Cum baths. Face avoided in film. Body covered white.

Full video split into clips. Sent to Alex over days.

First: Tied woman, double penetrated.

Alex came hard. "So dirty..."

Second: Vibrator buzz, ass fucked.

He hid phone better.

Third: Cum on tits, licked off.

Sarah noticed. "Alex, you're distracted. Porn?"

"No!" He lied.

Lisa home late. "Grading." Lies too.

One night, Alex heard moans. Peeked—Lisa in shower, touching self. Thinking of abuses?

He backed away, hard.

Bullying peaked. After gym, Jake cornered Alex. "Watched the vids? Bet your tiny dick loves them."

Alex ran.

Lisa confronted Jake privately. "Stop. Please."

He laughed. "Love your pussy too much. One more time—park after college. Bring lingerie."

She did. Park bushes. Night.

Wore red lace. Bullies there.

"Dance for us." Lisa swayed, humiliated. Tits out, ass shake.

Then gangbang outdoors. On grass. Fucked in every hole. Bugs around. Risk of seen.

Jake in pussy, Tyler mouth, Mike ass. Rotated.

"Cum dump," they called. Filled her full.

Filmed: Lingerie torn, body railed outside.

Sent to Alex: "Night fun. Guess who?"

He watched, jerking. Cum on screen.

Next day, Lisa sore. Walked funny. Alex asked, "You okay?"

"Twisted ankle." Lie.

Tension built. Alex addicted to vids. Ten now. All faceless woman, abused hard.

One clip: Woman begging, "Fuck me harder." Sound familiar? But no.

Jake planned bigger. "Invite her to party. Get her drunk. Film all. Send live to Cockson."

Lisa got text: "Party Friday. Or Alex sees clips."

She dreaded. Alex excited for vids, unaware.

Friday came. Lisa dressed casual. House party—many kids, but bullies pulled her aside.

Drinks spiked. She sipped, head fuzzy.

"Dance," Jake said. Music loud.

In room, alone. They stripped her. Drunk, she giggled at first. Innocent turned slutty.

"Suck us all." She did, on knees. Three cocks in mouth, hands.

Then bed. Orgy. Fucked missionary, doggy, cowgirl.

Pussy pounded. Ass reamed. Cum swallowed, creampied.

Filmed live—sent link to Alex.

He clicked alone. Watched woman get gangbanged. "Holy shit..." Jerked furious.

Ended with bukkake—cum on body.

Lisa passed out. Woke ashamed. Drove home.

Alex pretended sleep.

Morning, she cooked breakfast. "Good night?"

"Yeah, Mom. You?"

"Fine." Both hid secrets.

But Jake not done. More tricks coming. Videos piling. Alex's confusion grew. Lisa's abuse deepened. What next?

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Hidden Secrets and Dark Tricks

After the suspensions, life at Westridge High seemed to calm down for Alex. Jake, Tyler, and Mike had to stay home for two weeks. The college assembly about bullying made everyone talk about kindness. Alex felt a bit better. He sat with Sarah at lunch now. She was nice, with her blonde hair and soft smile. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one day. "Those jerks won't bother you anymore."

Alex nodded. "Yeah, thanks to my mom. She's the best." But deep down, he still heard whispers sometimes. The nickname 'Cockson' faded, but the shame stuck.

Lisa kept teaching English. She was so kind that students loved her classes. She graded papers at home and helped Alex with homework. "I'm proud of you, honey," she said every night. Her hugs made him feel safe. At 32, she looked young and pretty in her simple dresses. Long brown hair framed her innocent face. She trusted people too much, never seeing tricks coming.

But the bullies were not done. During their suspension, Jake planned something mean. He knew Lisa was new and nice. "That hot teacher? Alex's mom? We'll make her pay for getting us in trouble," he told Tyler and Mike over texts. They laughed. "How?"

"Trick her into helping us. Then fuck her hard. Film it without her face. Send bits to Cockson. He'll watch his own mom get pounded and not even know." Tyler got hard just thinking. Mike nodded. "Genius. She looks innocent—easy to fool."

When they returned to college, they acted sorry. Mr. Thompson warned them: "One more issue, and you're out." They nodded, but eyes on Lisa's classroom.

First, Jake approached Lisa after class. He looked down, fake sad. "Mrs. Lisa? Can I talk? I feel bad about before. I want to apologize to Alex, but I'm scared."

Lisa smiled, kind as always. "Of course, Jake. Bullying hurts everyone. Come to my office after college. We can chat."

Jake grinned inside. "Thanks. You're so nice."

After college, Lisa waited in her small office. Books and papers everywhere. Jake knocked. "Come in," she said.

He sat, acting shy. "I pushed Alex too far. My home life's rough. Dad's mean. I take it out on kids."

Lisa's heart melted. "Oh, Jake. That's sad. You need help. Tell me more."

He lied about beatings and anger. Tears faked. Lisa hugged him. "It's okay. I'll help you. Maybe tutor you in English to build confidence."

Jake felt her soft body. Her dress hugged her curves. He got a boner but hid it. "Really? That'd be great. Can we start today? At your place? Alex won't mind."

Lisa thought. Alex was at Sarah's for a project. "Sure. But just study."

At home, Lisa made tea. Jake sat close on the couch. Books out. But he 'accidentally' dropped a pen. When he bent, his hand brushed her thigh. "Sorry," he said.

"It's fine," Lisa blushed, innocent.

As they read, Jake moved nearer. "You're pretty, Mrs. Lisa. And kind. No wonder Alex is good."

She smiled. "Thank you. Focus on the poem."

But Jake put his hand on her knee. "I feel better already. Can I hug you again?"

Lisa nodded. He pulled her in. His arms tight. Then, his lips on her neck. "Jake! No!" she pushed.

But he held firm. "Shh. You said you'd help. This helps me feel wanted." His hand slid up her dress.

Lisa froze, shocked. "Stop. This is wrong. I'm your teacher."

Jake kissed her mouth hard. Tongue in. She struggled, but he was strong. "You're so hot. Let me show you."

He pushed her back on the couch. Dress up. Panties exposed. White and simple. Jake ripped them off. Lisa gasped. "Please, no!"

But her body betrayed—wet from the surprise. Jake fingered her pussy. "See? You want it. Innocent teachers need cock too."

Lisa whimpered. "Jake... don't..." But he unzipped. His big cock out, hard and thick. Bigger than her ex's.

He rubbed it on her slit. "Beg me to stop, or I'll fuck you." She stayed quiet, scared. He thrust in. Deep. Lisa cried out. "Ah! Too big!"

Jake pounded her pussy. Couch shaking. "Fuck, you're tight. Teacher cunt feels good." He grabbed her tits through the dress. Squeezed.

Lisa's mind spun. Innocent her, tricked. But pleasure built. "No... oh..." She moaned soft.

Jake fucked faster. "Cum for me, slut." He slapped her ass. She did—body shaking. Pussy clenched his cock.

"Good girl." He pulled out. Cum shot on her belly. Hot and sticky.

Lisa sobbed. "Why? I trusted you."

Jake wiped his dick on her dress. "Because you're easy. And fun. Tell anyone, and Alex pays." He left.

Lisa cleaned up, crying. She showered long. Felt dirty. But said nothing. How to explain?

Next day, Alex got a text from unknown number. A video clip. No face—just a woman's body. Brown hair hidden. A man fucking her hard on a couch. Pussy stretched. Moans clear. Cum on skin.

Alex stared. Heart raced. Who? Why me? He watched again. Cock twitched in pants. Guilty, he deleted. But saved secretly.

At college, Lisa avoided Jake. But he cornered her in the hall. "Missed my cock? Meet after college, or video to principal."

She had no video proof, but feared. "Okay... but quick."

In empty classroom, Tyler and Mike waited. "Surprise," Jake said.

Lisa's eyes wide. "No! All of you?"

They locked door. "Strip, teacher. Or we tell everyone you seduced me."

Tears fell. Lisa pulled off dress. Bra and panties next. Naked. Her body curvy—full tits, round ass, shaved pussy.

"On knees," Jake ordered. She knelt. Three cocks out. Big and ready.

"Suck," Tyler said. Lisa opened mouth. Took Jake's first. Sucked slow. Tongue on head.

"Deeper, bitch." He face-fucked her. Gagged her.

Mike grabbed hair. Switched. Tyler next. She blew them all. Saliva dripped. Cocks throbbed.

"Bend over desk," Jake said. Lisa did. Ass up. Jake fucked her pussy from behind. Slapped cheeks red.

"Ah! Hurt!" she cried.

"Shut up." Tyler in her mouth. Double penetrated—mouth and pussy.

Mike filmed. No face—angle on body only. Her tits swung. Pussy leaked juice.

They switched. Mike in ass. "First time? Tight!" Lisa screamed. "No! Stop!"

But they lubed with spit. Fucked her holes. Gangbang hard. Cum in mouth, pussy, ass. Filled her.

Lisa collapsed. Cum leaked out. Body used.

"Clean up. See you tomorrow," Jake said. They left laughing.

That night, another video to Alex. Longer. Woman on desk, fucked by three. Ass and pussy stuffed. Moans louder. Cum everywhere. No face.

Alex hid in room. Watched on loop. Hand in pants. Jerked his small cock. "Fuck... hot..." He came quick. Who is she? Sender unknown. Teased him more.

"Like mommy's friend?" text said. Alex confused. Deleted, but wanted more.

Lisa acted normal at dinner. "How was college?" she asked, voice shaky.

"Good, Mom." Alex eyed her. Dress hid marks. But he felt weird.

Days passed. Bullies tricked Lisa often. In storage room, they made her strip. Jake ate her pussy. Tongue deep. She came unwilling.

"Taste good, innocent slut." Then fucked her against wall. Legs wrapped.

Video sent: Close-up pussy licked, then cock slamming. Cum inside.

Alex watched in bathroom. Almost caught by Sarah. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah." But his phone burned.

One lunch, Jake texted Lisa: "Bathroom. Now."

She went. Stall. Tyler waited. "Blow me quick."

Lisa knelt on dirty floor. Sucked his cock. He came down throat. Swallowed.

Filmed hands-free. Body only.

Clip to Alex: Woman sucking cock in stall. Gulp cum.

Alex jerked in bed that night. Fantasized. Felt bad—why me?

Bullying Alex restarted subtle. Jake whispered in hall: "Got a secret fan? Videos hot, huh?"

Alex blushed. "What?"

"Nothing, Cockson." Laughed.

Lisa felt trapped. Body craved now, shame mixed. But she protected Alex. Told Mr. Thompson nothing.

Weekend, Jake messaged: "Come to my house. Study help. Or videos out."

Lisa went, scared. Empty house—parents away.

Inside, all three naked. "Party time, teacher."

They tied her hands. Bed. Spread legs.

Jake fucked pussy. Tyler ass. Mike tits—cock between, titfuck.

"Scream for us." They pounded. Toys out—vibrator in pussy while cock in ass.

Lisa moaned loud. "Fuck... oh god..." Orgasms multiple.

Cum baths. Face avoided in film. Body covered white.

Full video split into clips. Sent to Alex over days.

First: Tied woman, double penetrated.

Alex came hard. "So dirty..."

Second: Vibrator buzz, ass fucked.

He hid phone better.

Third: Cum on tits, licked off.

Sarah noticed. "Alex, you're distracted. Porn?"

"No!" He lied.

Lisa home late. "Grading." Lies too.

One night, Alex heard moans. Peeked—Lisa in shower, touching self. Thinking of abuses?

He backed away, hard.

Bullying peaked. After gym, Jake cornered Alex. "Watched the vids? Bet your tiny dick loves them."

Alex ran.

Lisa confronted Jake privately. "Stop. Please."

He laughed. "Love your pussy too much. One more time—park after college. Bring lingerie."

She did. Park bushes. Night.

Wore red lace. Bullies there.

"Dance for us." Lisa swayed, humiliated. Tits out, ass shake.

Then gangbang outdoors. On grass. Fucked in every hole. Bugs around. Risk of seen.

Jake in pussy, Tyler mouth, Mike ass. Rotated.

"Cum dump," they called. Filled her full.

Filmed: Lingerie torn, body railed outside.

Sent to Alex: "Night fun. Guess who?"

He watched, jerking. Cum on screen.

Next day, Lisa sore. Walked funny. Alex asked, "You okay?"

"Twisted ankle." Lie.

Tension built. Alex addicted to vids. Ten now. All faceless woman, abused hard.

One clip: Woman begging, "Fuck me harder." Sound familiar? But no.

Jake planned bigger. "Invite her to party. Get her drunk. Film all. Send live to Cockson."

Lisa got text: "Party Friday. Or Alex sees clips."

She dreaded. Alex excited for vids, unaware.

Friday came. Lisa dressed casual. House party—many kids, but bullies pulled her aside.

Drinks spiked. She sipped, head fuzzy.

"Dance," Jake said. Music loud.

In room, alone. They stripped her. Drunk, she giggled at first. Innocent turned slutty.

"Suck us all." She did, on knees. Three cocks in mouth, hands.

Then bed. Orgy. Fucked missionary, doggy, cowgirl.

Pussy pounded. Ass reamed. Cum swallowed, creampied.

Filmed live—sent link to Alex.

He clicked alone. Watched woman get gangbanged. "Holy shit..." Jerked furious.

Ended with bukkake—cum on body.

Lisa passed out. Woke ashamed. Drove home.

Alex pretended sleep.

Morning, she cooked breakfast. "Good night?"

"Yeah, Mom. You?"

"Fine." Both hid secrets.

But Jake not done. More tricks coming. Videos piling. Alex's confusion grew. Lisa's abuse deepened. What next?

[samanthasam]

Deeper Shadows and Twisted Games

The secrets at Westridge High grew thicker, like a fog no one could see through. Alex thought the worst was over after the suspensions, but Jake and his crew had only gone underground. They picked their spots carefully, away from teachers and crowds, making sure Lisa stayed in the dark. She was too busy with her own hidden hell to notice the fresh torment on her son's face.

It started small for Alex. During gym class, Jake 'accidentally' bumped him hard into the lockers. Alex's books flew, and his shorts rode up, showing his skinny legs. Tyler laughed low. 'Oops, Cockson. Still hiding that little worm?' Mike snapped a quick pic on his phone, the flash hidden. Alex scrambled up, cheeks burning, but the coach didn't see. He fixed his clothes and jogged away, heart pounding. No one else noticed, or so he thought.

At lunch, they sat across the cafeteria, eyes locked on him. Sarah was there, chatting about homework, but Alex zoned out. A balled-up napkin hit his head—paper inside read: 'Tiny dick alert. Show us again?' He crumpled it, stuffing it in his pocket. Guilt twisted in him; those videos still haunted his phone. He deleted another one that morning—a clip of a woman's ass getting spanked red while a cock slammed into her from behind. The moans echoed in his ears. Why did it turn him on so much? He felt sick, but his small cock hardened every time.

Lisa, meanwhile, drowned in her own shame. The party had left bruises on her thighs and a soreness that made sitting hurt. She graded papers late into the night, avoiding mirrors. Jake's texts came daily: 'Ready for more, teach? Or clips go public.' She deleted them, trembling. At college, she smiled for her students, her voice steady in class. 'Today, we're discussing empathy in literature,' she'd say, while her mind replayed the cocks filling her mouth, the hot cum sliding down her throat. She showered twice a day now, scrubbing until her skin was raw, but the dirty feeling lingered.

The bullies escalated with Lisa first. One afternoon, after her last class, Jake waited in the staff parking lot. Tyler and Mike flanked him, hoodies up. 'Get in the car,' Jake whispered as she approached her sedan. 'We know your route home. Don't make a scene.'

Lisa's keys shook in her hand. She slid into the back seat without a word. The doors locked. 'Where?' she asked, voice small.

'Motel off Route 12. Ten minutes.' Jake drove, his hand already on her knee, sliding up. She pressed her legs together, but he forced them apart. 'Spread, slut. Show us that wet teacher pussy.'

Tears pricked her eyes. 'Please, not again.' But his fingers pushed her panties aside, rubbing her clit rough. Her body reacted against her will—juices slicked his hand. 'See? You crave it now.'

At the dingy motel, they dragged her to room 7. Door barely shut before clothes ripped off. Lisa stood naked, arms crossed over her full tits. 'On the bed, face down,' Tyler ordered. She obeyed, ass up, pussy exposed.

Jake tied her wrists to the headboard with his belt. 'Time for some real fun.' He pulled out a bag—rope, lube, a thick plug, and clamps. Extreme stuff he'd ordered online just for her. 'Ever been milked like a cow?'

Lisa whimpered. 'No... what are you—' Mike clamped her nipples, the metal biting hard. She yelped, pain shooting through her chest. 'Shut up,' he said, twisting them. Her tits swelled, red marks forming.

Tyler lubed the plug—huge, black, ridged. He pressed it against her asshole. 'Relax, or it'll hurt more.' She clenched, but he shoved. Inch by inch, it stretched her tight hole. 'Ahh! Too big!' she screamed, body bucking.

'Good girl.' Jake mounted her back, cock sliding into her pussy while the plug filled her ass. Double stuffed, she felt split open. He thrust deep, the plug pushing back with every pump. 'Fuck, your holes grip so tight.'

Mike knelt by her face, cock in hand. 'Open wide.' She did, and he fucked her mouth, balls slapping her chin. Gags filled the room as drool poured out. Tyler filmed it all—no face, just her body writhing, tits clamped and swinging, ass plugged, pussy and mouth invaded.

They rotated. Jake in her ass now, pulling the plug out slow then slamming his dick in. 'Virgin ass no more. Take it all.' Lisa's cries muffled by Tyler's cock down her throat. Cum first from Mike—shot straight into her mouth, forcing her to swallow every drop. 'Drink it, teach.'

Jake came next, flooding her ass with hot seed. It leaked out around his shaft. Tyler finished in her pussy, pounding until she squirted unwillingly, juices soaking the sheets. 'Look at that—teacher squirt.'

They left her tied, cum dripping from every hole, clamps still on. 'Clean up and go home. Vid coming soon.' An hour later, she drove, body aching, the plug still inside as ordered. 'Keep it in all night,' the text said.

That evening, Alex got the clip. In his room, door locked, he played it. The woman's body—curvy, brown hair tied back—bent over, ass plugged, cocks in pussy and mouth. Clamps on tits, moans desperate. He stroked his small cock fast, imagining it was some random slut. Cum spurted on his hand quick. 'Fuck... why so hot?' The sender added: 'Bet you'd love to plug her too, tiny.' He deleted it, but the image burned.

college the next day, the bullying hit Alex harder. In the bathroom, Jake cornered him at the urinal. 'Pissing with that shrimp dick? Let me see.' Alex zipped up fast, but Jake grabbed his wrist, yanking him close. 'Strip, or I tell everyone about your vid habit.'

Trembling, Alex pulled down his pants. His small cock flopped out, soft and tiny. Jake laughed, phone out. 'Smile, Cockson.' Flash. 'Now jerk it. Show me you can get hard.'

Alex's face flamed. He touched himself, hand shaking. It grew a little, but pathetic. Tyler and Mike watched from stalls, snickering. 'Pathetic. Cum for us.' Humiliated, Alex pumped faster, tears mixing with shame. He shot a weak spurt on the floor. 'Clean it with your tongue.'

He didn't. Jake shoved him against the wall, knee to his groin—not hard, but enough to hurt. 'Next time, you will. Or pics go viral.' They left him crying, pants down.

Lisa passed the bathroom then, hearing sobs, but thought it was a girl. She knocked softly. 'Everything okay?' No answer. She shrugged, heading to her class, unaware her son wiped tears while her ass still throbbed from the plug she hid under her skirt.

The abuse ramped up for Lisa that week. Jake texted during her lunch: 'Storage closet. Bring lube.' She snuck there, heart racing. Inside, dim and dusty, the three waited naked, cocks hard.

'On your knees, piss slut.' Jake's new kink. They made her drink water first, then hold it. 'Pee on the floor while we watch.' Humiliated, bladder full, she squatted. Urine streamed out, splashing her feet. They jerked off to it, laughing.

'Now drink from the puddle.' She shook her head. Tyler pinched her nose, forcing her mouth down. She lapped like a dog, gagging on her own piss. 'Dirty teacher.'

Then the real fun. Jake bent her over boxes, ass up. He fisted her pussy slow—hand in up to wrist. 'Feel that? Stretched wide.' Lisa screamed, pain and weird pleasure mixing. 'Stop! It'll tear!' But he pumped, juices squirting around his arm.

Mike took her mouth, face-fucking brutal. Tyler plugged her ass with a bigger toy—vibrating, buzzing loud. They double-fisted her holes at times, hands and toys stretching her limits. Cum came in waves: Jake pulled out, spraying her back; Mike in her hair; Tyler made her finger her own ass while he came on her clamped tits again.

Filmed extreme—no face, but close-ups of fisting, pissing, toys buried deep. 'Your son's gonna love this,' Jake whispered. Lisa sobbed, body used beyond imagination.

Alex got the vid that night. In bed, lights off, he watched the woman pee, then get fisted hard, ass vibrating. His cock leaked pre-cum. He edged himself, denying orgasm twice before exploding. 'God, so kinky...' The text: 'She's a freak. Like your mom?' He froze, then laughed it off. No way.

Bullying Alex turned physical and public in shadows. After college, in the empty bleachers, Jake ambushed him. 'Sit.' Alex did, scared. Tyler held his arms, Mike pulled his shorts down. 'Time to measure that nub.' They tied string around his cock and balls, tight. 'Look—two inches hard.'

Jake jerked him roughly, no mercy. 'Cum or we beat you.' Alex whined, hips bucking. He came in seconds, semen pooling. They smeared it on his face. 'Lick your own, loser.' He did, tongue out, tasting salty shame.

'Videos make you hard, huh? Keep watching.' They left him there, exposed until dark. He pulled up pants, ran home. Lisa was cooking. 'Late again? Study group?' 'Yeah, Mom.' She hugged him, smelling his fear but blaming stress.

Lisa's next ordeal was at home. Jake hacked her schedule—knew Alex was at tutoring. He broke in through the back. 'Miss me?' She froze in the kitchen, apron on.

They bound her to the dining table, legs spread wide with ropes from her own curtains. 'Family dinner special.' Jake whipped her pussy with a belt—light at first, then harder. Red welts rose. 'Count to ten.' She did, voice breaking.

Then watersports extreme. They pissed on her tits, her clit, into her open mouth. 'Swallow our piss, teach.' Golden streams soaked her, mixing with her tears. She gulped, choking.

Cocks followed. Jake in her pussy, pounding while Tyler pissed inside her ass first—warm flood filling her. 'Enema time.' Then he fucked the piss out, sloppy sounds loud. Mike came on her face finally, but angled away for the cam.

They used kitchen items: cucumber in her pussy, carrot in ass, twisted deep. 'Veg fuck.' She came from the fullness, hating herself. Cum and piss everywhere. They cleaned just enough, warning: 'Tell no one.'

Vid to Alex: Woman tied to table, whipped, pissed on, fucked with veggies. He watched in horror and lust, jerking until sore. 'This is insane...'

The cycle spun. Alex got tripped in halls, food dumped on him in subtle ways—sauce on his lap, looking like a spill. Whispers: 'Vid boy jacks to freaks.' He isolated, even from Sarah.

Lisa walked funny from the abuse, blamed 'long days.' One night, Jake snuck in again—made her wear a collar from his bag, leashed like a pet. Crawled on all fours, sucking cocks while they pulled her hair. Anal only that time—three loads in her ass, plugged to hold it. She slept with it in, leaking.

Alex heard creaks, peeked—saw shadows, thought ghosts. Got another vid: Leashed woman, ass-fucked, cum plugged.

Tension peaked. Jake planned a college event tie-in: During a pep rally, he'd corner Alex under stands for a quick humiliation—force him to hump his own hand while they watched. For Lisa, a 'field trip' trick—bus to woods, gang-bangd in nature, bugs and dirt adding kink.

[samanthasam]

Unveiled Desires and Roadside Reckonings

The web of deceit tightened around Alex and Lisa, pulling them deeper into the bullies' twisted web. Jake, ever the puppet master, decided it was time to drag Alex in further—make him complicit without a clue. Lisa's torments turned public in the most degrading ways, her body exposed to strangers' eyes while Alex's humiliation fed the anonymous videos flooding his phone.

It began with Jake cornering Alex after practice, in the dim shadows of the football field. 'You like those clips, don't you, Cockson? Time to earn more.' Alex's stomach dropped. Jake shoved his phone in Alex's face—a photo of Lisa from college, smiling innocently in the hall. 'Your hot mom. Bet she'd look good on her knees.'

Alex backed away. 'What the fuck? Leave her out of this.' But Tyler pinned his arms, Mike rifling through his backpack for his own phone. 'Film yourself talking about her. Dirty shit. Or we post your bathroom jerk vid everywhere.'

Trembling, Alex took the phone. Alone in his room that night, door bolted, he hit record. 'My mom's... Lisa. She's got these big tits that bounce when she walks. I bet her pussy's tight, wet for cock.' His voice cracked, shame burning. He described her ass, how he'd suck her nipples, fuck her mouth. Ended with stroking his small dick to a quick cum shot on screen. 'For you, guys. Don't share.' Sent it to the anonymous number Jake provided.

Jake watched it with his crew, laughing. 'Pathetic. Now do more. Tomorrow, steal her panties. Film you sniffing them while you beat off.' Alex obeyed, heart racing. In the laundry, he grabbed a pair—soft, lacy. Back in bed, he inhaled her scent, musky and clean. 'Smells like pussy... Mom's pussy.' Jerked hard, cum soaking the fabric. Sent the clip. Each task humiliated him deeper: Record audio of him moaning her name during orgasm; draw crude sketches of her bent over, pussy spread, and photograph them; even sneak a pic of her changing, door cracked just enough.

Lisa remained oblivious, her world crumbling under Jake's escalating demands. 'Public time, teach. Meet us at the old highway rest stop. Wear that short sundress—no underwear.' She arrived at dusk, the lot empty save for a few truckers grabbing coffee from the dingy diner. Jake's van idled nearby.

'Out,' he barked as she climbed in. But instead of driving off, he pushed her toward the roadside. 'Strip to the waist. Flash those tits to the road.' Cars whooshed by, headlights flashing. Lisa hesitated, tears welling. Tyler yanked her dress down, exposing her heavy breasts to the night air. Nipples hardened in the breeze. 'Wave at the next car.' She did, arm shaking, as a pickup slowed, driver honking long and loud.

'Good slut. Now the dare: Buy us snacks from the diner. Topless.' Mike handed her cash. 'Tell the clerk it's for your boyfriends.' Heart pounding, she crossed the lot, tits jiggling with each step. Gravel bit her bare feet. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed. Two burly men at the counter turned, eyes widening. The clerk, a grizzled woman, smirked. 'What'll it be, miss?'

'Chips... sodas... for my boyfriends.' Lisa's voice quivered, arms crossed futilely over her chest. The men stared, one whispering to the other. She paid quick, grabbed the bag, and bolted out, cheeks flaming. Laughter followed her.

Back at the van, Jake rewarded her obedience. 'Kneel in the dirt. Suck us off while cars pass.' She dropped, knees scbanging asphalt. Jake's thick cock first—shoved down her throat, gagging her. Saliva dripped as she bobbed, head bobbing in rhythm with passing semis. Tyler filmed from the van door, capturing her tits swaying, mouth stretched wide. A car slowed; the driver yelled, 'Get it, girl!'

Mike took her ass next, bending her over the hood. No lube—just spit. He rammed in, stretching her hole raw. 'Fuck that teacher ass!' Lisa bit her lip to stifle screams, but moans escaped as he pounded deep. Cum flooded her bowels hot and thick. Jake followed in her pussy, lifting one leg high so the road faced her spread lips. Thrusts slapped loud, juices squirting with each withdraw. Truckers honked approval.

They weren't done. 'Piss dare.' Tyler made her squat by the roadside, dress hiked, urine arcing onto the pavement in front of a family minivan that braked hard. The mom covered the kids' eyes, dad gawking. 'Dirty whore,' he muttered. Lisa sobbed, stream endless from the water they'd forced her to drink.

Then the extreme: Full nude buy. 'All off. Go get condoms from the gas station across the road.' Naked, body marked with handprints and drying cum, she dashed through traffic. Horns blared. At the pump, a group of bikers lounged, beers in hand. She entered the store, shivering, pussy lips visible, ass cheeks clenching. The attendant, young guy, dropped his jaw. 'Uh... condoms?'

'Large... ribbed.' She paid, fingers numb, while the bikers crowded the door, catcalling. 'Bend over, honey—show the goods.' One slapped her ass as she left, sting blooming red. Back safe, Jake fucked her standing against the van, cock slamming her cunt while strangers watched from afar.

Vids went to Alex that night—multiple angles: topless walk, roadside blowjob, ass-fucking on hood, nude condom run. No face, but her curves, the birthmark on her hip. Alex locked in bathroom, pants down. He watched the first: woman flashing tits, then sucking dick by road. His hand flew on his cock, pre-cum slicking. Came fast, but reloaded the next—pissing in public, then bent over, ass reamed. Jerked again, slower, edging to the humiliation. Third: Naked dash, buying, slap. He exploded harder, cum hitting the sink. 'So fucking hot... more than ever.' Texts from Jake urged: 'Make your mom vid now—describe her doing this.' Alex did, voice husky: 'Mom naked in store, tits out, buying for fucks. I'd cum on her face.' Sent, then jerked a third time, balls aching.

The pattern intensified. Jake forced Alex to escalate: Film himself cumming on a photo of Lisa from yearbook, moaning 'Fuck Mom's pussy.' Then, sneak into her room, record audio of her sleeping breaths while he whispered filthy fantasies. 'I'd tie you up, Mom, piss in your mouth.' Each task left him drained but hornier, his small cock raw from constant use.

Lisa's roadside hell peaked midweek. Jake picked a busier spot—edge of town, near a bar. 'Dares only, in front of locals.' First, nude walk to the bar door, buy beers. She stripped behind a tree, emerging bare under streetlights. A group of construction workers outside whistled as she approached, pussy shaved smooth from their last order. 'Evening, boys,' Jake had coached. She ordered, voice steady-ish, while hands grazed her thighs. One copped a feel on her tit; she froze but paid and fled, beers sloshing.

Back, they gangbanged her on a picnic table—public enough for passersby to glimpse. Jake in her mouth, Tyler her pussy, Mike her ass. Bodies slapped, her holes filled triple. Grunts and slurps carried. A couple walking dogs stopped, woman gasping, man adjusting his pants. 'Keep going,' Jake growled. Cum erupted: Jake down throat, Tyler creampie pussy, Mike anal dump. She leaked walking away.

Next dare: Fuck in the road. Middle of a quiet stretch, they laid her on hood, legs wide. Jake drove his cock into her sopping cunt, car rocking. Headlights from oncoming traffic illuminated her spread eagle, tits heaving. 'Wave, slut.' She did, weakly, as a sedan swerved. Thrusts deep, her walls clenched, orgasm ripping unwilling. He pulled out, sprayed cum across her belly.

Tyler took over, flipping her to all fours on asphalt. Fucked her doggy, ass high, pussy gripping. Gravel dug knees. A biker pulled over, watching. 'Join?' Jake offered, but he declined, jerking himself instead. Tyler came inside, seed dripping down thighs.

Mike's turn: Made her ride him reverse cowgirl, facing traffic. She bounced, pussy swallowing his shaft, moans loud. Cars slowed to stare—teens in a beater hooted. He pinched her clit, making her squirt mid-ride, liquid splashing road. Finished with a facial, cum streaking her cheeks, forced to lick it off.

Vids hit Alex's phone in batches. He binged in his room, door barricaded. First set: Nude beer buy, gangbang glimpses. Jerked furiously, cum once per clip—three loads, sheets sticky. 'Public slut... so exposed.' Next: Road fuck, waving, squirting. He edged for an hour, denying twice, then unleashed ropes of semen. 'I'd watch her get railed forever.' Jerked again immediately, hand blistering, arousal peaking from the raw exposure.

The breaking point came Friday. Jake shoved Alex into the van after college. 'Your tasks? They're for her.' Played a full vid—face hidden, but audio: Lisa's voice begging. Then a clear shot: her birthmark, a mole Alex knew from childhood baths. 'That's... Mom?' Horror hit, then twisted heat. 'No... fuck.' Jake laughed. 'Yeah, Cockson. We fuck your mom. And you jerked to it all. Make one more vid—admit you want her now.'

Alone, Alex stared at his phone. Rewatched the road gangbang, seeing her curves anew. Hand on cock, he stroked slow. 'Mom... getting fucked outside. Tits out, cum everywhere.' Built fast, cum shooting higher than ever. 'I want it... more.' But guilt gnawed—yet the jerking didn't stop. Twice more that night, fantasies of joining blurring lines.

Lisa showered off the grime, bruises forming, unaware her son knew. Jake texted her: 'Bigger public next—college parking lot?' Alex deleted his old vids, but saved the new ones. Secrets shattered, desires ignited. What now?

[samanthasam]

Descent into Depravity and Beggar's Bargain

The shattered secrets hung heavy in the air like cum-stained sheets, but Jake wasn't one to let revelations slow his game. With Alex now in the know—twisted by arousal and guilt—Jake upped the ante, turning Lisa's innocence into a canvas for even filthier strokes. Her body, once a temple of kindness, became the bullies' playground, seduced inch by inch into deeper submission. Public exposures evolved into raw, drawn-out seductions that stripped her soul bare, culminating in encounters with the lowest of the low: a ragged beggar whose cock she'd worship under duress.

Saturday dawned muggy, the kind of heat that clung to skin like sweat-slicked thighs. Jake texted Lisa early: 'Park by the river trail. Wear yoga pants and a tank top—no bra, no panties. We're going for a 'walk' that'll teach you to crave the dirt.' She arrived hesitant, her teacherly poise cracking under the weight of recent roadside ravagings. The trail wound through overgrown woods, popular with joggers and families, but Jake led her to a secluded bend where the underbrush hid depravities.

He started slow, his seduction a predator's whisper. 'You've been such a good little cum-dump, Lisa. But today, we build it up. Touch yourself for me first—show how wet your married cunt gets thinking about stranger dick.' She flushed, glancing around for prying eyes, but his hand on her shoulder guided her palm down the front of her tight pants. Fabric stretched over her mound as fingers circled her clit through the material. 'That's it, rub that sloppy pussy. Imagine cocks lining up to stretch you.' Her breaths quickened, nipples poking the thin tank like hard pebbles. He watched, bulge growing in his jeans, until a damp spot bloomed between her legs.

'Good girl. Now, peel those pants down—just to your knees. Let the air kiss your whore lips.' Trembling, she complied, ass cheeks flexing as the yoga fabric bunched at her calves. Her pussy lips, puffy from arousal, glistened in the dappled sunlight. Jake stepped close, breath hot on her neck. 'Spread 'em. Finger-fuck yourself slow while I tell you what a dirty teacher slut you are.' Two fingers slid into her slick hole, parting folds with a wet schlick. She pumped lazily, walls clenching around her digits, as he murmured filth: 'Bet your son's class jerks off thinking of bending you over the desk, ramming your faculty pussy till it squirts.' The taboo words ignited her, hips bucking involuntarily, juices trailing down her thighs.

He didn't rush. Instead, he knelt, face inches from her crotch, inhaling her musky scent. 'Taste yourself.' Pulled her hand free, sucked her fingers clean—tongue swirling like he was savoring a forbidden treat. Then, his mouth replaced them: lips parting her labia, tongue flicking her clit in lazy circles. She gasped, hands fisting his hair, as he lapped slow, delving deep into her channel, slurping her nectar. 'Fuck, you taste like desperate housewife cunt. Drip for me, Lisa—let it run.' Her orgasm built torturously, thighs quivering, until she shattered, pussy pulsing, a gush coating his chin.

But that was just the warmup. Jake stood, unzipped, his thick cock springing free—veins throbbing, pre-cum beading at the slit. 'Suck it like you mean it. Seduce my dick with that teacher mouth.' She dropped to her knees on the leaf-strewn ground, dirt grinding into her skin. Lips parted wide, she took the head in, tongue tracing the ridge, savoring the salty tang. Bobbed shallow at first, cheeks hollowing, then deeper, throat relaxing to swallow half his length. Gags bubbled up as he guided her head, fucking her face with measured thrusts. 'That's right, gag on bully cock, you pathetic milf. Imagine your hubby watching—his wife slurping teen meat like a pro.' Saliva strung from her chin to his balls, which she cupped, rolling them gently. He groaned, holding back, drawing out her submission until tears streaked her mascara.

They weren't alone long. Tyler and Mike emerged from the trees, dicks out, stroking lazily. 'Our turn to seduce the slut.' Tyler pulled her up, bending her over a fallen log, ass high. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, teasing her entrance without penetrating. 'Beg for it, teach. Tell us how bad your leaky twat needs filling.' She whimpered, 'Please... fuck my pussy. Stretch this worthless hole.' Only then did he sink in—inch by agonizing inch, her walls yielding to his girth. He held still, letting her adjust, grinding his hips to stir her insides. 'Feel that? Your cunt's hugging me like a vice. Ride it back, show us you're a road-whore at heart.' She did, pushing onto him, moans echoing as he built speed, balls slapping her clit.

Mike took her mouth simultaneously, a slow spit-roast under the canopy. His cock nudged her lips, and she opened eagerly now, suckling the tip before deep-throating with practiced ease. The trio worked her in tandem: Tyler's deep plunges syncing with Mike's throat-fucks, Jake filming every quiver. Her body betrayed her, arousal spiking from the prolonged tease—pussy squirting mid-thrust, soaking Tyler's shaft. 'Fuck yes, cream on that dick, you squirting bitch!' He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the log, legs over his shoulders. Re-entered hard, pounding her g-spot until she screamed, another orgasm ripping through, tits bouncing wildly under the tank.

Cum came in waves: Tyler flooded her womb first, hot ropes painting her cervix. 'Take my load, breed that teacher oven.' Mike followed, yanking from her mouth to blast her face—cum splattering eyelids, lips, dripping into her open mouth. 'Swallow what's left, cum-guzzler.' Jake finished in her ass, lubed only by her pussy juice, slow-reaming her tight ring until it gaped. 'Your shithole's mine now—milking like a pro.' He erupted deep, seed bubbling out as he withdrew.

Worn but not broken, Lisa pulled up her pants, cum leaking into the fabric. Jake's next command twisted the knife: 'Clean up at the homeless camp downstream. Suck off a beggar for 'practice.' Make him cum down your throat—no face on vid, but we'll know.' Dread knotted her gut, but the seduction's afterglow—mixed with fear—propelled her. The camp was a shantytown of tarps and cardboard, reeking of piss and despair. She spotted him: Old Man Ray, grizzled beard matted, clothes ragged, huddled by a fire barrel.

Approach was slow, her heart hammering. 'Excuse me... sir?' He looked up, rheumy eyes narrowing. 'What a pretty lady want with trash like me?' Jake's voice echoed in her head: Seduce him. She knelt close, the stench of unwashed body hitting her—sweat, booze, neglect. 'I... need to thank you. For being out here.' Her hand trembled on his knee, sliding up his filthy jeans. He grunted, surprised. 'Thank? How's that?'

She unzipped him deliberate, fishing out his cock—uncut, grimy, half-hard from the attention. 'Like this.' Leaned in, nose wrinkling at the rank odor, but she parted her lips, tongue darting to lick the foreskin clean. Tasted bitter, earthy, but she persisted, slow seduction in every swirl. 'Mmm, your cock's so thick... let me worship it.' He groaned, hand tangling in her hair. She sucked the head gentle, cheeks sucking inward, then took more, bobbing rhythmic. Saliva mixed with his pre, dribbling down the shaft. 'Fuck, miss... ain't had a mouth like yours in years.'

Deeper she went, throat opening to gag on his full length—seven inches of veined meat, balls heavy and hairy slapping her chin. She hummed around him, vibrations teasing, while one hand stroked the base, the other fondling his sack. He bucked weakly, 'Suck that beggar dick, you fancy whore—clean my filthy prick with your slut tongue.' The vulgarity spurred her, trained by Jake's torments; she deep-throated faster, nose buried in his pubes, inhaling the musk. Gurgles escaped as she choked, tears flowing, but she didn't stop—sucking like a vacuum, tongue lashing the underside.

Ray's seduction peaked: 'Gonna nut... swallow my hobo load, bitch!' He thrust erratic, cock swelling, then exploded—thick, pent-up spurts flooding her mouth, salty and chunky. She gulped it down, some oozing from her lips, but she licked him clean after, savoring the degradation. 'Good girl,' he rasped, patting her head like a pet.

Jake's crew watched from afar, vids rolling. Sent to Alex that evening: The trail spit-roast in graphic detail—slow entries, her begging, squirting climaxes. Her lips stretching around the dirty shaft, gagging sounds, cum-swallow close-up. Alex, alone in his room, hit play. Mom's pussy teased, then filled; mouth stuffed; ass claimed. His cock hardened instantly, hand wrapping tight. 'Fuck... Mom seduced like that. Begging for cock.' Stroked slow at first, matching the vid's pace, then faster as she sucked the beggar—'Holy shit, slurping hobo dick... her throat bulging.' Came buckets, semen arcing to his chest, but he reloaded, jerking twice more, vulgar fantasies spilling: 'I'd make her suck mine next, cum in her teacher face.'

Lisa stumbled home, mouth tasting of beggar cum, body aching from the drawn-out fucks. Jake texted: 'Monday—college lot gangbang. Invite the janitor.' Alex saved the files, deletion forgotten, his arousal a raging fire. The line between horror and hunger blurred further, fates entwining in smutty chaos.

[Haroldfkumar2]

A good compelling storyline of bullies and the wimpson and a hot mom's who succumbs to her body's desire and gets tormented by young boys.

Let the Trio use Lisa as much as they can

Make lisa addicted to them. Make lisa loose herself and loves they boys as her master's

The Trio should use Lisa in more public spots more often. Strip off her dignity her morals and wish to be a dutiful mother and turn her into a cock sucking sex addicted whore for young boys, ugly men and beggars

[samanthasam]

Thanks for the comments will soon

[Haroldfkumar2]

Thanks for the comments will soon

Expecting for a update soon

Make it more raw and intense and a bit longer if u could

[Haroldfkumar2]

Update pls

[samanthasam]

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.