Chapter 3

Three Days Later – March 19^th, 2019
(Prior to Melanie ever meeting Savannah

Several days had passed since that Saturday, and it was now a school day. Melanie had driven her son and the boys to school after giving them a BJ. As long as she kept the boys happy they didn’t pick on Brock.

Melanie held the cum in her mouth all the way home. She blew a bubble with it without even thinking about it while she listened to 80’s pop on the radio. The guys had not given her permission to swallow it. They told her to spit it into her food when she got home.

She undressed once she got home. The boys didn’t like it when she locked her doors or pulled her shades down. She had collected a few peeping toms but she was surprised she didn’t have more. They were mostly harmless though and she barely noticed them. She didn’t look through the window to see if anyone could see her from the road.

She made herself breakfast and spat the cum into her eggs as she did almost every morning since this began. The guys expected like to watch her eat food mixed with cum. They weren’t even watching and she did it anyway. She felt silly that she did it without being ordered to do it. She had grown so used to eating eggs with cum and spit on them that she now associated the taste with breakfast.

The guys insisted Melanie wear her lingerie to drop them off at school. They finger fucked her and played with her tits on the way to school. They never waited in the car line, though. They jumped out right before she got to school. Melanie drove back home and spent a little time cleaning up after that.

As she often did, she went over in her mind what had happened to get her into this mess. Everything was different six months ago.

Six months earlier, Melanie and her son Brock were new to Buckman Trailer Park. Melanie had been laid off from her job, and the child support payments were too far and few between to keep her in a middle-class neighborhood.

Buckman was a low-rent trailer park in the Deep South, and they could barely afford a cheap single wide.

Brock had run afoul of Billy, Damien, and Elbert on the first day of school. They insisted he sit in the back of the bus with them. Damien stuck needles into his own arm in front of Brock to show him what a bad ass he was. He also held the flame of a lighter under his outstretched palm to demonstrate his pain tolerance.

The boys demanded Brock give them his lunch money after that demonstration and Brock quickly acquiesced. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it was a sign that Brock would easily capitulate and not put up a fight.

Brock’s mother hated the idea of her helpless child getting picked on. She thought about this image in her mind many times as she went about cleaning the house in the lingerie she wore to drive him and his bullies to school.

She had one more task to complete before she was allowed to dress and start her day driving for Uber and Lyft (She did both).

Melanie had purchased a two-piece nylon micro bikini at the boy’s direction several months ago. It was technically beach-legal for most public beaches or swimming pools. It covered her nipples and pussy lips, but not much else.

The thong bottoms were little more than a string between her ass crack. If she bent over her the rim around her asshole was visible on all sides.

At their direction, she was expected to wear it between 11 am and noon in her backyard on Sunny Days. The Trailer park was in the Deep South, and most days were pretty sunny. She didn’t have a privacy fence, and her backyard was pretty tiny. She was in full view of four other trailers that were right next to her yard. Melanie realized it could be worse and that they could insist she tan in the front yard in full of view of any car or person walking their dog.

It was for that reason she complied with the instructions even though technically there was no way for the boys to know if she was doing it. Melanie had learned the hard ways that the boys DID check up on her and if they found out she was disobedient they would take it out on Brock.

It was, for this reason, she hustled out to the backyard. A person watching her from a distance might have thought she was streaking naked because the swimsuit was so tiny and Melanie had such a shapely figure the bottoms of the bikini disappeared in her crack. Her tits were completely visible as well. Sideboob, front boob, all boob except the nipple itself was out in the open. Her nipples were perpetually hard due to the surgery, and they poked out of the material anyway.

She complained to herself as she began to rub lotion all over the parts of her body that she could reach. She knew that old Mister Eldridge was probably watching from his trailer. His wife knew that he stared at her every day but didn’t get mad at her husband. She gave the evil eye to Melanie because she was jealous and thought she shouldn’t be showing off to her husband.

Melanie had to accept she would get a small audience most days at one point or another. She even teased him once and asked if he wanted to put lotion on her back. Mr. Eldridge ignored her request and continued creepily staring at her through his window with a stone face.

Once she plopped down on the beach chair, she laid out in she sat with her legs far apart. The bullies had told her to lay with her legs spread. If you were standing in front of Melanie and observing her in this position, you’d have seen her stretched out pussy flaps on either side of the tiny bikini bottoms. She knew the boys were probably not watching, but if she didn’t get an even tan they would notice, and they had been very clear they didn’t want to see any tan lines except the sliver of material they permitted her to wear.

She had a book with her, but she didn’t want to read it. Instead, she thought more about what happened six months ago after the initial bullying.

Billy, Damien, and Elbert saw her son as a target and an easy mark who wouldn’t fight back.

Elbert had seven older brothers, and they stole from him, beat him up and kicked his ass for years. It was natural that Elbert would seek someone out to bully himself.

Billy and Damien’s father was an angry drunk who beat them and turned out their mother as a prostitute in the local motels. Their mom was hooked on Meth. They were raised to be mean and cruel. They grew up watching their father dunk their mother’s head in the toilet when she came home without enough money.

At lunch, Brock was hungry. He told the lunch lady he didn’t have any money, and she gave him a cheese sandwich.

The boys even took that from him.

On the way home from school that first day, they followed him from the bus stop and beat his ass at the trailer park. It was broad daylight, and no one intervened.

Melanie saw the black eye when her son limped home battered and bruised from the altercation. Brock was too ashamed to tell her what happened when she asked. He was a terrible liar, and she knew he had been beaten up. She wanted to know who did it and why! They were always very close, and she wanted to protect him. It wasn’t long before she had MOST of the story of what had happened once Brock started talking.

Melanie lifted her tits and let them drop. They were so heavy and solid now. Her tits jiggled and bounced but much differently than when she natural and soft hangers instead of two basketball shaped silicone implants ... She seldom had hard nipples and usually only when she was horny or cold. Now, they were perpetually hard and continuously stimulated. She wondered if she didn’t have such big tits if the boys would have been as interested in her and maybe this entire thing wouldn’t have played out as it did.

She smiled as she looked up to see Mrs. Eldridge pull her husband by the ear back into the trailer and away from the curtain. She waved goodbye to him with a snicker.

Melanie’s mind wandered back to her reaction to the bullying and what she did the following Day when she first found out her son had been attacked. She arranged to talk to the Vice Principal about what happened. The school told Melanie they had a zero-tolerance about bullying and brought the boys down to confront them about it.

What Brock had neglected to mention was that the boys had caught him masturbating into a pair of panties in the boy’s bathroom. Melanie realized that Brock had been stealing her panties. She thought someone had been stealing them at the public laundromat they were forced to use.

The Principal suspended Brock and the boys for three days. This only made things worse at school for Brock. The boys egged their trailer, put bags of fresh dog shit in their mailbox, destroyed their mailbox, toilet papered their house, and beat Brock up every time they could.

In addition, the rumors about Brock playing with himself had made him a pariah at school. Even the other nerdy kids wanted nothing to do with him.

Melanie went back to the school and involved the police resource officer to file a complaint.

The school resource officer was dealing with two local gangs fighting at school. Someone had stolen two teacher’s cars and a host of other more serious crimes than simple assault. He asked if Melanie wanted to press charges. She said she did, and he filled out some paperwork.

“So are you going to arrest them?” she asked.

“No, that is going to go down to the Detectives that investigate this. They’ll create a case number for it. If they need to reach out to you to ask questions, they will give you a call. If they decide to pursue it then they will probably send the boys to Juvenile court and they’ll be arraigned. The process takes about four to six months,” he informed her.

The boys stepped up their retaliation after that and Brock was a constant target of their humiliations. They made him jack off in front of a bunch of homeless guys on the way home from school. They brought him to their trailer and dunked his head in their toilet, just like their father dunked their mother’s head.

Melanie has since endured similar humiliations at the hands of the bullies. She knew how cruel they could be. She wanted to masturbate to relieve some of her sexual tension, but she was afraid someone would be watching. During the day, it was usually older men who masturbated to her in the bushes. She checked the bushes, and she didn’t see any of the moving. She casually moved her fingers down to her wet clit and began to finger fuck herself. She was gentle and knew exactly where to touch to give herself pleasurable sensations. Melanie pictured the rough finger fucking she had received on the way to school that was anything but pleasurable, and it made her cum.

She closed her eyes and assumed hoped that if any of the weirdos in the trailer park were watching that they didn’t have the same audacity that the bullies had to come fuck her. She wondered if she’d like it anyway.

Her mind began to wander about how helpless she felt when she first confronted the school about the bullying. Melanie couldn’t believe nothing would be done about it. The system that was in place was not providing the right support to deal with it swiftly and permanently. The complaining only aggravated the bullies and invited more retaliation.

Brock’s high school had so many problems going on that his issue just wasn’t a priority. The school sent home a letter that suggested she put Brock in private school for his “special needs.” They cited the rumors he was chronically masturbating on campus. It was a CYA for the school to avoid any lawsuits to suggest Melanie be responsible to get him counseling or change school, but it infuriated her to be so powerless.

She confronted Brock, and he assured her that he was not masturbating at school unless the bullies made him do it. Brock’s mom had a long conversation with him about why it was okay to look at porn and do that at home but never in public.

She wondered how many photos of her the boys had taken that were now on the Web somewhere. They posted it to some website called 4chan.

Melanie stopped masturbating and opened her eyes. She heard someone groan in a bush nearby. It was one of her regular looky-loos who knew she’d be here at the same time every day.

“Sorry, Charlie, I’ve got to get dressed for work,” she waved flirtatiously at the dirty old man hiding in the bush masturbating to her. She was flattered that someone would take the time to hide in her bush and fantasize about her. It helped her self-esteem. She would have sucked his dick or helped him jerk off if he had dared to ask.

Instead, she went inside and took a quick shower and got dressed for work. The boys insisted she stop wearing bras in public. She put on a white tank top that was almost see-through and a pair of tight yoga pants that showed off her features. The boys really enjoyed her stretchy yoga pants because they were skin tight, and her excessive camel toe was easy to spot. Melanie liked them because they hugged her ass and made it look great.

It was also a much better choice than a skimpy skirt blowing up and revealing her pussy to whoever wanted a look. She knew they could have insisted she drive in that instead.

She picked up her first passenger near the Airport by a Denny’s. He was a businessman who wanted to get to his hotel. She generally didn’t talk to her customers. She could be shy like Brock when she first met someone. The man didn’t seem interested in conversation anyway. He was tapping something into his phone the entire time.

Melanie was frustrated. She wished she was still in the backyard playing with herself. She was mortified the first time she discovered a creepy guy in the bushes whacking off to her or staring at her. After six months, she had grown so used to it that expected an audience.

Her mind wandered back to how frustrated she had been in the first few weeks of the bullying. She couldn’t stand Brock being a constant target of the bullying and being powerless to prevent it. As a last resort, she tried to reach Elbert’s mom to talk to her about what could be done.

“Is this about your cell phone? Luther thought it was a pre-pay! He doesn’t steal!” a skinny black woman with a nappy headed weave came to the door. Elbert’s mom would only talk to her through a crack in the door.

Melanie said this wasn’t about Luther or a cell phone. Elbert’s mom guessed three other son’s before admitting she didn’t know what this was about.

Elbert’s mom was holding a white towel around her. Inside were dozens of kids screaming and playing.

“I run a daycare out of my house,” Elbert’s mom explained the constant chaos in her trailer.

“Is that legal? don’t you need certification?” Melanie asked her.

“What I need is Mindya! Mindya own fucking BIZNASS, ya white bitch!” she slammed the door in her face. “Aint nobody got time for this shit!”