My son’s hero
Introduction:
A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there.
This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6â4ââ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring down running backs, he still uses today to stop crime in our town, even though there really isnât a whole lot of it to begin with. The bulk of his work is drug related, and he is never hesitant to use just a little extra force to send the message to the delinquents in our town. He also makes it very well known that he doesnât like to be bothered at home, and the neighbors wisely stay away from knocking at the door unless they absolutely have to, even if they donât see his patrol car in the driveway.
So, again, I was curious as to who exactly it was knocking at the door. I figured it must be Kyle getting home from his job at Burker King, and he probably misplaced his key again.But I didnât hear the usual whiny scream that accompanies him waiting for me to open the door. Kyle is almost a polar opposite of his father. He is scrawny, cowardly, awkward and 23 years of age. His father was off to college at 18, and living on his own as soon as he graduated. I canât imagine Kyle ever moving out, just because of how dependent he is on his father and me.
When I finally got to the door, I did in fact see my son, but not the way I expected to. His face was cut up and expressionless, his body was in the arms of a black teenager, and his blood was on the strangerâs face and chest. Immediately I was frozen, and sort of blacked out myself out of fear for what had happened to my son. All I could remember was beginning to cry and seeing the lips of the black stranger moving, but I couldnât hear what he was saying. After a short time, he walked into my house and laid my son on the couch, using his own t-shirt to prevent any of my sonâs blood from getting onto the upholstery.
It was then that I regained control of myself, and asked the stranger what was going on. He explained to me that Kyle had gotten jumped by a couple of goons, and the he had rescued him and brought him here.
âHow did you know where he lived?â I asked.
âI recognized him as Officer Silversteinâs son right away,â he replied. âThen I just started asking people on the street where he lived, and I found the place real quick.â
I was relieved that this guy was my sonâs rescuer, and not his attacker, as I initially thought was the case.
I thanked him for helping Kyle, and I offered to clean him up right after I called 911 to tell the police what happened, and to get him medical help.
He quickly said to me, âFirst off maâam, thereâs nothing the cops can do about the dudes that jumped your son, you should know that since your husband is a cop. Thereâs no way they would find these dudes.â I nodded, knowing what he said was true. âAs for an ambulance, you can call one but you ainât really got to worry. Your sonâs just knocked out, heâll be good real soon, believe me. I grew up in the hood, Iâve seen dudes get knocked out all the time. And unless shit works differently in the suburbs, heâs gonna be fine.â
I thanked him again, and as I led him to the bathroom to help clean my sonâs blood off of his black face and chest, I finally asked his name.
âChuck Liggins,â he said. âRemember this name when you see me playing basketball on TV in six years.â
We both laughed, and I said, âIsnât six years from now going to be a little late to be getting your start in the NBA? I donât follow basketball closely, but from what I know a rookie generally enters the league around 20-22 years old.â
He laughed again and asked, âHow old do you think I am?â
â18 or 19. I could see 17 maybe.â
He laughed even harder. âWell youâre close, I turn 17 in four months. And two years.â
This I couldnât believe, but he assured me he was being serious.
âWell you are the most mature looking 14 year old I have seen in my entire life, Iâll tell you that. You certainly look like somebody who will be playing professional sports in a few years.â
To be completely honest, I had noticed his chest and abs as we were walking down the hallway to the bathroom, and thought they were just amazing. The fact that he had such a body at just 14 was really incredible. My 23 year old son was going to be really embarrassed when he found out he was rescued by a middle-schooler. As I checked the rest of his body out I noticed his bulging upper and lower arms, and then I noticed the cuts on his knuckles. This again made me suspicious that he was indeed the one who attacked my son, and he is just playing that part of the hero to hide what he really did.
âHow did that happen to your knuckles?â I asked.
âWell, I told you I rescued your son from those two dudes that jumped him,â he replied. âHow the hell do you think I got him out of there? I had to bust those dudesâ heads.â
This again reassured me of his sincerity, and I felt bad that I had doubted him. I got to helping him clean up, and also disinfecting his cuts. He then asked, âOk, so you know my age, so how old are you?â
âA woman doesnât tell her age,â I said with a laugh. âWhy donât you try to guess and Iâll tell you if you get it right.â
âWell, I would say you look about 35, but you obviously ainât that since you got an older son. You must have had him way young though, so Iâm gonna say youâre 40.â
I told him I was actually 45, and just as I couldnât believe his age, he couldnât believe mine.
He was all cleaned up, so we went back out to check on Kyle, who was still out. I asked Chuck if he thought I should call an ambulance now, but he reassured me my son would be fine.
âSo youâre really 45?â His question was met with just a smile and a nod from me. âStraight up, you have the body of a woman much younger than you.â
I knew he wasnât just complimenting me for the sake of complimenting me, I was fully confident in my body. I got stares all the time, whether just walking down the street, relaxing out on the beach in my bikini, or working out at the gym. All my life I have received countless compliments on my face, my legs, my stomach, and my butt. Unfortunately I never got too many on my breasts, which is why my husband bought me a pair of 34 Ds for my birthday almost a year ago.
He continued, âI mean, I could tell your tits are fake, and I really donât like fake tits at all, but everything else is amazing.â I was obviously a little shocked at what he had said, both the vulgarity he spoke with after being so charming up to this point, and also because of his disapproval of my breasts. He then grinned and said, âIâm sorry for that maâam, but Iâve always my whole life said whatâs really on my mind, thatâs just how my mama raised me. And I hope you donât mind me calling them tits, because thatâs just what I call them.â
I smiled and told him it was fine. In fact I like the fact that he is so open and honest, even if what he said was extremely rude.
âAnd since Iâm already speaking my mind, you could probably stand to lose a few pounds too, but you already know that Iâm sure. You donât want that gut sticking out as far as those huge fake tits,â he said with a laugh.
I was even more shocked at that one, but I suppose he was right. I had been slacking recently on going to the gym, and I was getting a little heavier than Iâm used to.
âI do need to lose a few, but you should know thatâs just not something you say to a woman. Youâre young and youâll learn, but you need to know that sometimes itâs better to just not say exactly whatâs on your mind,â I said to Chuck.
He just laughed again. âI ainât trying to hurt your feelings. But you should come to the gym with me and Iâll teach you how to get a perfect body like I got. And instead of you paying me, Iâll just harmlessly stare at youâre perfect ass all day.â
With this he got me back on his good side. It was still way too forward of a thing for a 14 year old boy to say, but obviously Chuck is no ordinary 14 year old. He talks, acts and looks like somebody much older.
âMaybe since I saved your son and everything, I could maybe get a feel of that thing too,â he said with a wink.
I just stared at him for a second before replying, âMaybe if I wasnât married, and you werenât 14.â
âPlease, if you werenât married youâd be begging for me to have my whole body on top of you, not just my hand on your ass. And age ainât got shit to do with anything, you still think Iâm hot right now.â
He was probably right on both statements. The latter one was right for sure. But my whole marriage, I had never even so much as thought about being with another man. I made out with another man one while we were still dating and in college, but I never went any farther than that.
I didnât want to say too much, so I just said, âWell itâs too bad that you will never find out, because the fact is I am married.â
Maybe that came out differently than I had planned, because Chuck just started laughing again. âSo you admit that you want this 14 year old cock inside you, but because you are married you wouldnât do it.â
I was disgusted with Chuck now, he had gone from hero, to cute, to jerk. But I did just quickly imagine him and me, in my bed, his perfectly chiseled body on top of mine.
I just as quickly snapped myself out of it. âWell thank you so much for helping Kyle, Chuck, but I think I can take care of him from here. Can you get a ride home?â
He texted his sister to come pick him up and he convinced me to let him get that ass grab he wanted while he waited. In fairness, itâs possible he did save my sonâs life; I can let him have this one little reward.
I looked over at my son to make sure he was still out, because I definitely didnât want him to see. For an instant I thought his eyes were open, but I decided I just fooled myself into thinking they were.
He firmly smacked his right hand onto my left cheek, stinging me pretty hard. He then grasped its flesh, and started to massage. He gently slid his index finger into my ass crack and I quickly pulled away as a tingle shot up my spine.
He just laughed again, and I asked him when his sister would be here.
âI donât know, she hasnât answered. What smells so good in the kitchen?â
I remembered just then about the brownies I had cooked for Kyle, so I offered Chuck to come in and try one.
I loaded all of the brownies onto a plate and handed it to Chuck. He took one, and as he reached the plate back towards the counter, he took a bite. Then he coughed and dropped the plate to the floor, smashing it into pieces and sending brownie all over the kitchen.
He continued coughing as he started to laugh, then he said to me, âWhat the fuck was that? That was the worst thing Iâve ever tasted. Thank god you are sexy as fuck because you are a shitty cook. You would think a chubby girl like you would be better at making dessert.â
Chuck just continued to be a charmer. Then, as I bent over to get some cleaning supplies out of the cabinet, I felt his palm land right on the same spot on my left cheek as it did earlier, only this time much harder, and hurting much more. He began to massage again, and I said âI only gave you permission for one of those, Chuck.â
He came back with, âWell when you stick that thing in my face, I donât need any permission.â
I let him continue while I fished around the cabinet, and then he slid his finger in my crack again. Just like the first time, I jumped when he did this, only this time there was the top of a cabinet above my head and I slammed right into it. Chuck started laughing louder than he had all day, but kept his hand right where it was. When he finally stopped laughing he apologized and told me it would be safe to keep looking around. So I kept looking for a certain spray that I knew was in there that would be able to get the sticky brownie residue off my kitchen floor.
Soon, I felt him start to pull my pants down with his other hand. I immediately got myself out of the cabinet and straightened up. âAlright,â I said authoritatively, âI think you should go wait outside for your sister.â
Chuck just smiled. âI havenât even really texted her yet. But, fine, I will, and Iâll what outside. But can you do me one more favor before I go?â
âWhat?â I asked shortly.
âLet me see those tits of yours. Iâve never actually seen fake white tits in person. Maybe it will change my mind.â Once again, all I could do was stare at him. âCome on, youâre a beautiful woman. A little chubby, but beautiful. I would hate to just go home thinking that you have this enormous fault, when maybe your tits really do look good, and I will be completely unfairly thinking they look awful.â
I just couldnât believe what this 14 year old boy was saying to me. But he wasnât done.
âIf it makes you feel more comfortable, Iâll let you see my cock too.â
âOh yeah, thatâs exactly what I want to see, Chuck,â I said. When I said it, I meant to sound sarcastic. But in my head, I knew that the statement held more than a bit of truth.
He smiled and said, âFine, then I guess Iâll just go wait outside if you are gonna be that way.â
I stopped him before he left the kitchen. âWait. If you show me your cock first, Iâll show you my tits.â
Without saying another word, Chuck grinned and dropped his shorts. I couldnât believe what I saw. I could tell he was semi-hard, and it was about seven inches, and considerably thicker than my husbandâs. He laughed when he saw how blown away I was, and he said, âIt can probably get another two inches if you take your shirt off.â
I slowly did, and he apparently got impatient and took matters into his own hands when ripping off my bra, finally exposing my breasts. âExactly what I thought. Put your shirt back on. I canât get hard looking at those ugly things. They just look stupid, and that scar is awful.â
I couldnât believe it. My husband loved my new breasts, and I thought they looked great.
âLucky for you though, I know an easier way for you to get me hard if you really want to see it. But first, you really need to put your shirt back on.â
Once I got it back on, he grabbed my hand gently. I knew exactly where it was going to end up. As he guided my hand to his cock, I thought about my husband, and about how terrible it was that I was going to play with this 14 year old boyâs cock. But without even realizing it, and still thinking about how I was going to tell Chuck I wouldnât do it, I was already instinctively working his shaft as if it was my husbandâs.
Soon enough, Chuck was rock hard, and he pushed my hand away. He placed both of his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me down onto my knees. I could feel pieces of broken plate dig into the skin on my knees, but I couldnât feel any pain. All I wanted was to feel Chuckâs huge, fully erect cock inside me, and he knew it. But I obviously was going to have to suck it first.
With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair; he grabbed my jaw with the other.
âNo hands slut, you understand?â I just nodded yes.
With that, he released my jaw, and inserted his cock into my mouth, while still controlling my head by my hair. He began to forcefully fuck my throat, and after just a couple pumps I pushed him off of me.
âWhatâs a matter, slut? Canât take it?â Chuck mockingly asked.
âItâs not that,â I replied. âShouldnât I check if my son is awake yet? If he is we canât do this, and if he isnât there could be something seriously wrong, and he should really go to the hospital.â
Chuck used his free hand to smack me across the cheek. âAnd whatâs your pathetic son gonna do if he catches us anyway?â He didnât even give me a chance to respond as he shoved his cock right back down my throat.
He continued gagging me with his cock as his balls slapped against my chin with each pump, and all the while I checked for my son. I couldnât see him, so I assumed he was still on the couch out of sight, so I just let my son get completely out of my mind.
After ten minutes or so, Chuck finally released me. âAll fours,â is all he said. As I got into position, he yanked my pants off. And as he slid my panties aside, all I could think about was having my pussy filled with his huge cock. I had been desiring this since the moment I saw it, but didnât want to admit it to myself. But I was finally going to get what I wanted. I then felt just a single finger slide into my dripping wet pussy.
âI know you want more than this, slut,â Chuck said. âBut you have to beg first.â
I did as he told me, and he began to finger fuck me faster and faster, sliding in a new finger every so often until he was finally finger fucking me with four fingers. I was so close already, I was sure I would cum as soon as he finally shoved his cock inside me. But he just continued to tease me.
âI know you want me to fuck you, slut. But I need to tell you something first.â
I couldnât take it much longer, I wanted to cum so badly, I couldnât even respond.
âAre you ready for me to fuck you, slut? Answer me.â
âYes,â was all I could say.
âYes, what?â
Again I said only, âYes,â even though in my mind I knew what he wanted me to say. With his free hand he smacked my ass as hard as he could. âYes, sir!â I finally exclaimed.
âOk, slut, thatâs more like it. Now Iâll fuck your slutty white cunt.â
I was so incredibly hot, never in my life had I felt the need to cum harder. And as soon as he stuck his huge black cock in me, I was going to.
âBefore I fuck you, let me tell you something.â He started to laugh again. âYour pathetic son wasnât jumped by two dudes. And I didnât save him.â I immediately feared what he was going to say next. âI beat the shit out of your son and knocked him out cold. I kept beating on him even after he was out. Slammed his head into the pavement.â
I cannot even describe the emotions I felt at that exact moment. I would have hit Chuck immediately, if not for one thing. He was still finger fucking the hell out of me, and I still wanted more than anything in the world, to cum.
âNow, slut, beg me to fuck you, and Iâll give you exactly what you want.â
I said nothing, too stunned to even think about speaking.
âSuit yourself,â Chuck said, and he pulled his fingers out of me and pulled up his shorts.
Tears welled up into my eyes. I couldnât believe what I was about to say.
âPlease, sir, fuck me.â
âWhat was that, slut?â
âPlease stay and fuck me, sir.â
âNo. Iâll let you suck my cock again, but thatâs it.â
I hated him. But I had to make him stay. I needed him to fuck me.
âI will, thank you, sir.â
Chuck started to laugh again and he walked back up to me and threw me on my knees again. I took out his cock and begun to suck it again, this time more of a conventional blowjob, and none of the throat fucking as before.
âSo let me get this straight, slut. Iâm less than one third your age. I tell you your tits are terrible. I call you fat. I tell you your brownies are disgusting. I call you a slut over and over. I beat the shit out of your son. And you voluntarily suck my cock. And youâre married to top it all off. How fucking stupid are you? You have to be the dumbest bitch I have ever met. You are just a stupid, old, fat, slutty kike, arenât you?â
I took his cock out of my mouth just long enough to say, âYes, sir. Iâm a stupid, old, fat, slutty kike.â
After another 15 or 20 minutes, I finally felt him swell up. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and came all over a few of the brownies on the floor. âEvery brownie that has even a drip of my cum on it, you eat it, ok, fatass?â I did exactly as he said, as he walked over to the couch next to my son, and sat down, still completely naked, and turned the tv on.
When I finished what I was told to do, I walked over to Chuck. âOk, you got what you came here for. Can I take my son to the hospital now?â I could see my son was still lying still with his eyes shut tight.
Chucked laughed again. âDonât worry, it hasnât been that long.â
âYes it has,â I said. âHow did you last that long anyway?â
âI got my dick sucked earlier today before I came here,â he replied. That made sense, because my husband always fucks me for much longer after I give him a blowjob.
âLucky girl,â I joked.
That grin came back to Chuckâs face. He then walked up to Kyle, and punched him right in the face.
âWhat the fuck?â I was astonished to hear my son speak. âYou said if I kept quiet, you would leave me alone.â
âThat was before I realized what an incredibly dumb slut your mom is, faggot.â
âKyle, are you o..â
âShut the fuck up slut,â Chuck said while laughing yet again. âYour faggot son is fine. He was unconscious for maybe 10 minutes out on the street, but heâs been faking it as long as heâs been here. Tell her everything, faggot.â
âMom, every day for the past couple weeks Chuck has stopped me on my walk home from work and stolen whatever money I have on me. Sometimes he hurts me, sometimes he doesnât. And you know how you thought somebody broke into your car and stole your wallet that one time? Well I just took it and gave it to him. Iâm sorry.â
âAre you fucking kidding me Kyle? There was over 200 dollars in there, not to mention my personal information and all my credit cards. And why did you even do this to him?â
âBecause his daddy is a racist fucking pig. You know the only reason your husband is a cop is to beat and arrest blacks, just like he did to my brother. So I decided to get a little payback with your son. But seeing those pictures on your IDs got me thinking of another plan. Thank god for that,â said Chuck. âBut donât interrupt him again, slut. Let him finish.â
âSo today he told me he wanted to fuck you, and I got mad and for the first time I hit him. Then thatâs when he started to hit me really hard and stuff.â
âTell her what else I did to you, faggot.â
âHe made me give him a blowjob.â
I wanted to be furious at Chuck. I wanted to call the police. But all I said was, âAnd I bet you enjoyed it to, didnât you Kyle.â
âNo mom! Why would you say that?â
âWell youâre such a fucking pussy. I wouldnât really be all that surprised if you were gay.â
âIâm not mom! Why are you being so mean to me? You should be mean to him!â
âIâm âbeing mean to youâ because you are a grown man who let a child rob you over and over again, and then let him beat the shit out of you, and you sucked his cock. And to make it worse youâŠwait a minute. You were conscious the whole time! You watched him grope me, and degrade me, and you watched me suck his cock, and you did nothing?â
âHe told me if I didnât he would kill me.â By now, Kyle was crying hysterically, and Chuck was laughing uncontrollably.
Between cackles, Chuck said to me, âOk, bitch. Iâve had my fun. Now itâs your turn. Iâm finally gonna let you get this cock youâve been wanting so badly.â
A smile came to my face. âAfter all this, after all Iâve heard, you think Iâm going to let you fuck me?â
Chuck started to laugh again as I crawled towards him, and Kyle buried his face into the sofa.
âYouâre gonna have to watch, faggot,â I yelled to my pathetic son. And he did watch. He watched as I sucked on Chuckâs sweaty balls and worked his shaft to get him hard again. He then watched as I climbed up on top of Chuck and rode him for a good five minutes, cumming hard twice. Then I got off, and Chuck got up and walked to the side of the couch.
âNow, you can take your shirt off, slut.â I did as he said, then he bent me over the couch and started fucking me just like that. As he grabbed hold of my hips and pounded into me harder and harder, my tits started bouncing more and more right in front on my pathetic sonâs face.
Chuck fucked me just like that for another five minutes, occasionally releasing my hips to grab a fistful of my hair. He got me to cum twice more.
Eventually I felt him swell up inside me, and he filled my sloppy, wet pussy with his cum.
âClean me up, bitch,â Chuck said as he pulled out of me. I got up to clean his cock off with my mouth when he stopped me. âNot you,â he said.
I laughed as I looked at Kyle and saw him get the look like he was going to cry again. Then I grabbed him by the head and threw him towards Chuck so he could clean him off properly.
As Chuck was walking out of the door, he turned his head around and looked at Kyle. He had just one more thing to say.
âSee you after work tomorrow.â