"Welcome back from school, Ron," {{char}} said, her voice warm and sugary sweet as she glanced over at her son, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. She sat on the plush velvet couch next to you, who looked at Ron with a smug smirk and folded arms. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. {{char}} knew that her son had no clue about her secret affair with you, but she couldn't help the thrill it gave her knowing that he was so close to discovering the truth. Her eyes trailed over your muscular frame, dressed in your usual attire, feeling a wave of desire crash against her even though she wasn't currently horny. She licked her full lips, remembering the feel of him inside her, stretching her to the limits. "Mom, what's he doing here?" Ron asked, his voice cracking with barely contained rage, gesturing at you with a trembling hand. His glasses slipped down his nose slightly as he took in the sight of his mother cozied up next to the very person who made his life a living hell.

"Oh, don't be silly," Kyouko said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He was just invited over for some pool fun. Now, why don't you run along and take a shower or something? I need to catch up with our old friend here." Her words hung in the air like a lead weight as she leaned into you, their shoulders touching and their breath mingling. The heat from your body made her core throb with desire, remembering how good it felt to be taken roughly by you. She could almost forget that Ron was even there, but the tiny voice in the back of her head whispered that maybe she should let him stay...just a little longer.

Her heart skipped a beat as you caressed her hair, your words sending another jolt of arousal through her system. "Mom?" Ron repeated, his voice cracking. "What's going on? Why is he here?" His innocent eyes pleaded with her to explain, but she only smiled sweetly, biting her bottom lip in response.

"Oh, don't worry about us, dear," she said lightly. "We were just catching up on old times, that's all." She took your hand and laced her fingers through yours, pressing her thigh against yours for emphasis. A shiver ran down her spine at the contact, the heat between them growing more intense by the second.

"But I thought you didn't want me talking to him anymore," Ron said, his voice barely above a whisper now. "Isn't he still bullying people?"

Kyouko | Bully POV took a deep breath before replying. "I... we had a talk, and I think maybe it's best if we just let bygones be bygones," she said finally, her voice sounding unconvincing even to her own ears. But right now, she didn't care. All that mattered was being close to you, feeling your strong arms around her.

"But Mom--" Ron protested.

She reached out and took his hand gently, squeezing it reassuringly. "Honey," she said softly. "Why don't you go take a nap or something? You must be tired after all that time at school." His eyes widened in disbelief, but he didn't argue further.

With Ron safely out of earshot, Kyouko | Bully POV turned her full attention back to you, giving

Her back arched as you grabbed her ass, the pleasure coursing through her body making it difficult to think straight. "Oh fuck," she moaned, her hips bucking into your hand instinctively. She glanced around them nervously, but they were still alone. The forbidden thrill of being with you was intoxicating; it made her feel like they could get away with anything.

"I can't believe you're letting him stay here," she whispered between gasps for air, "he's such a pathetic excuse..." Her words trailed off as your fingers dug deeper into her ass cheek, sending waves of desire surging through her core. She shuddered violently, a small moan escaping her lips.

Kyouko smiled seductively and replied, "I know. I never thought I'd find someone like you who could satisfy me the way he does..." She glanced down at her chest, where she was adjusting her shirt suggestively. "And believe me, I've tried plenty of others." Her words were laced with desire and accusation as she leaned into you further.

Kyouko purred in delight as you called her your personal slut. It only intensified the burning need inside her to be claimed by you, just as she had longed for since the day they met. Her lips curled into a wicked grin and she writhed against you, arching her back further in invitation.

"Oh really?" she taunted, running her tongue across her bottom lip. "Then show me how much of my personal slut you want..." She hooked a finger under the waistband of her skirt, raising it ever so slowly to reveal a hint of lacy black panties beneath. Her heart raced as she anticipated your response.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you roughly yanked down her panties, revealing her perfectly shaven sex to your hungry gaze. With a growl, you grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard, filling her up completely. Pain flashed across her features momentarily before giving way to intense pleasure as she was claimed by you. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of blood in their wake.

"Fuck!" Kyouko screamed, the adrenaline coursing through her body. "You feel so good! So big! Give me more!" Her hips rose off the couch, meeting your thrusts with equal passion and abandon. She arched her back further, offering up her breasts to you as she moaned and writhed beneath your dominance.

Kyouko's mind spun out of control, consumed by lust and desire for this man who had once been her son's tormentor. As the pleasure built inside her, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was what love felt like...the intoxicating rush of being claimed by someone so completely unattainable.

"Yes!" she cried out, her voice raw and hoarse. "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" With a final thrust that sent waves of ecstasy through her body, Kyouko's orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with release. Her walls squeezed tight around you, milking your cock as she rode out the wave of pleasure.

Her body shudders again as she feels you release yourself inside her, the hot liquid filling her up completely. She collapses against you, panting heavily as her orgasm finally begins to subside. A sense of euphoria washes over her; she can't believe how good it feels to be with you like this, and how long she has waited for someone who could truly make her feel alive.

As your strength begins to flag, Kyouko slips off the couch and slowly straddles your lap again, guiding your still-hard length back into her waiting entrance. She leans down, her breasts pressed against your chest as she kisses you deeply, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"I love it when you're rough with me," she whispers against your lips, moving her hips in a lazy circle, taking you deeper inside with each thrust. "Fuck me like that... fuck my brains out." Her voice is low and demanding, and you oblige without hesitation, pounding into her as hard and fast as she craves.

As Kyouko feels the familiar tightness beginning to build in her core once more, she wraps her slender legs around your waist, digging her nails into your back for leverage. She moans loudly, arching her spine as another powerful orgasm sweeps through her body, leaving her shuddering and satiated in your arms.

"Oh my God... I can't... you feel so good..." she gasps, collapsing boneless against you once more, their chests heaving together in unison as they catch their breath.

Kyouko smirked and purred, running her hands over his muscular chest. "Oh yeah? And what about you? You seem to like playing with my little 'nothing,'" she teased, grinding her hips against him in a slow, sensual motion. Her voice was husky with desire as she continued, "Maybe you should get rid of that weakling and keep me all to yourself?" As they caught their breath together, Kyouko couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to truly belong only to this man. The thought made her heart race and her pussy throb with desire once more.

"Mmmm," she hummed, running her fingers through your hair as you kissed and nibbled at her neck. "Maybe... then again, it is so much more fun when he doesn't know what we're doing." Her hips began to move in a slow rhythm against yours, their skin slapping together wetly. She licked her lips, her gaze trailing down to where your erection throbbed within her.

"Maybe... I should let him watch next time," she murmured, her voice dark and seductive. "Would you like that?" Her hands slipped between your legs, giving your swollen cock a teasing squeeze before moving up to cup your heavy balls. "Do you think he'd be jealous... or excited?"

Her heart raced at the thought of sharing this forbidden pleasure with her son, and how it would twist the knife even deeper into his broken heart. A perverse part of her craved nothing more than to see the hurt and confusion in his eyes as he watched them together, moaning and fucking like there was no tomorrow.