Borrowed from Karenâs captions before it got shut down.
It was supposed to be a fun day out with her son, but he was despondent and moody all morning. Down hearted by the prospect of spending an entire summers day trying to coax some fun out of her son, the mother began to occupy herself with a little innocent sexting. Sheâd been secretly flirting with his bully for a couple of months now. She knew it was wrong, but sheâd always been a sucker for forbidden fruit. Sheâd egged her sons bully on, encouraging him to take the bullying further and further. She could barely hide her smirks whenever her son came home from school with yet another bloody nose and swollen eye socket. Sheâd taken him to hospital multiple times to have his broken arm reset and pinned. And she always enjoyed the pics her sons bully sent her of the deed being done.
Distracted by the latest text from her sons bully, she didnât hear the roar of the engine. Nor did she notice that her son had stepped out into the quiet road ahead of her while she hung back texting away to his bully. She looked up too late to make a difference, but soon enough to see it all. The big black suv tore past her and there was a loud âbangâ as her son took the full force of the 2 ton vehicle. He went under, rolled on the tarmac and then stopped in a crippled and bloody heap. The mother ran over to her son, clutching her phone with the forbidden texts in her hand, as she bent down and touched his shoulder. He wasnât moving, but he was breathing. Long, agonising wheezing as what was left of his crushed chest rose and fell with his struggling breaths.
The mother looked at her phone, about to call for an ambulance. Then she heard a car horn. It was the black suv. It had pulled up by the kerb a little down the road. She looked back at her phone, trying to decide what she should do. In the end she ran toward the suv, ready to scream at the driver for running down her boy and tell him to help her.
She got level with the window, which was already rolled down, and saw her sons bully smiling back at her, relaxed, his arm hanging out the window and his other hand lightly gripping the wheel.
He told her to jump in and she did. Her mind racing. Everything clicking into place. The promises he had made her during their sexting. She thought heâd been all talk, trying to shock her and get her attention when heâd promised her that heâd kill her sone one of these days.
Now it seems they werenât empty promises. She sat in the back, her phone still clutched in her hands as reality dawned on her. Sheâd helped push him to this, sheâd signed her sons death sentence and his bully had carried it out. She felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through her. Arousal as her clit began to engorge and her pussy tingle and warm against her cotton gusset.
Her sons bully slipped into the back seat wit her and slipped is arm around her. He looked back over his shoulder and at the heap laying on the tarmac behind them. He smirked and then turned to the mother and kissed her. She kissed him back, eagerly and with passion.
As her son lay in the road, his life slipping away, he wondered where his mother was and why he was alone. Why couldnât he hear sirens coming to his aid? Why couldnât he hear his mothers voice as she reassured him that it was going to be okay? Then he did hear her⌠But it was faint, and it wasnât words of comfort and reassurance. It was moans⌠but not agonised moans of grief⌠it was moans of pleasure. Cries of ecstasy.
izzy806
prguitarman
turnnoffyourmind
dailybridgerton
theartofmadeline
titsay
