The BBC Bully

“Hey! Piglet!” Came a shout from down the hall at High School.

“Oh no.” I thought “Not Randy.”

Randy was a classmate of mine, he was 19 because he was held back a year, which gave him a weird chip on his shoulder with women even if it should be a turn off. Although there were other qualities that made up for it. He was 6’3”, a weight lifter, a smooth talker with an ability to freestyle rap like nobody else in our school and he was the only black male senior in our graduating class. That’s if you think he’s going to graduate. Last I heard he was flunking Mr. Hasting’s English Literature class.

That’s where I came in. My name is Peter Lane, but to Randy I was “Piglet.” I’m 5’4”, pale with freckles and light brown hair. I can’t seem for the life of me to put on weight or muscle mass despite my parent’s best suggestions. It feels like I haven’t even hit puberty despite being 18.

It’s May here in the Palisades of California and temperatures are in the 90’s. Luckily our private school has good air conditioning as I’ve gotten heat stroke twice since moving here Chicago my freshman year.

My father; Bob works as a director for documentaries. He’s almost never home and when he is he’s usually on the phone or drinking. He’s 5’8” and bald with glasses and a goatee. He keeps himself in shape and put in an expensive home gym in our equally as luxurious house in a gated community. I always get the feeling he doesn’t have time for me. Like maybe me and my younger sister were just born to keep up appearances.

My mother; Melody, works at a high end hair salon part-time. She honestly doesn’t need the money. At 6’ with shoulder-length black wavy hair and deep black piercing eyes, she’s still good looking to say the least. She uses the home gym more than anyone in the family and it shows. For having me and my 15 year old sister; Olivia, she looks great. I mean it doesn’t hurt that her, ahem, chest is quite large and she’s got an hourglass form. My sister says she’s got a “bubble butt.” I won’t lie and say sometimes she’s been apart of some very weird wet dreams. But then again my dreams are always pretty wild and that’s not even the craziest thing that’s happened in them.

Getting back to Randy, he’s always bugged me for answers on tests. If I’d object: I would come home with bruises. He knew I was one of the smartest kids in our graduating class. With great intelligence comes great envy, I guess. Truth is I’m a great listener. Something Mom always praises me for. Considering she can really talk for hours. Thank God she works somewhere where that’s half the job. I listen to my teachers pretty well and I can memorize things without much help. You’d think Randy with being such a great rapper would be able to stick his nose to the grindstone and try studying. Maybe he doesn’t care or he’s too busy banging the latest unsuspecting victim of his charms.

I was about to hide in the bathroom from him when he pulled me by the arm back into the hall.

“Hey Piglet, your going to help me pass Hasting’s quiz tomorrow.”

“How about this?” I said frustrated with him. How about I study WITH you instead of giving you what I usually think are going to be the answers. Teach a man to fish.”

I was hoping he’d invite me over. Instead, he invited himself over to my house.

“Great, I’ll be over your place at 5”

“Shit. My mom’s going to love this.” I thought. She knew I didn’t like Randy, but I never told her he was the one responsible for torturing me at school.

When I got home I told Olivia immediately who was coming over. Randy had a reputation at school for deflowering freshman girls. I persuaded her to go out with her best friend to the movies tonight if I paid for her tickets. Begrudgingly she accepted.

Mom would be home at 5:30, but she would likely stay to herself. I’d have to explain some things but hopefully she wouldn’t feel I was being threatened. I wasn’t exactly, but I knew if I didn’t help Randy pass the test, there would be hell to pay.

It was a very hot afternoon and the sun usually set at 8:00 pm. I heard a buzz at our intercom asking if it was okay to let Randy into the neighborhood. I replied “Yes” and the security guard let him in.

“Hey Piglet, where’s Olivia?” He asked with a grin.

“She’s out with a friend. Are you ready to study?”

“Not yet, aren’t you going to show me around your fancy home, I mean fuck, my place is nice but this place is fucking nice as fuck man. Shit!”

I proceeded to show him the kitchen, the family room, the pool, the den, the gym and my room.

“What about your sister’s room and your parents room?” He asked.

“They’re off limits.” I replied gulping at my own sternness.

“Nah, no their not.” He opened up my sister’s room and said “Bitch has bad taste in music” referring to the band posters on the wall. “I’ll be back here one day.”

I rolled my eyes.

He then opened up my parents room. He immediately went through my Mom’s drawers, opening them up one by one until he found her panties. “These are nice!” He said laughing, “You ever catch her in these before?” Red in the face I said “No.”

We heard the front door open. I pulled on his shirt to leave and I made sure to close the drawers before we left the room. Walking downstairs Mom was a little shocked to see Randy, a stranger.

“May I ask who this is Peter?”

“Mom, Randy, Randy, Mom.” I said introducing them.

She reached out her hand to shake his but the ladies man held hers and planted a kiss on it.

“Peter you said you only had one sister.”

“Oh, I’m flattered. Call me Melody, Randy and yes I am indeed his Mom.” She said smiling politely. I could tell whatever hesitance she had before was now easing up.

“I’m going to go freshen up and I’ll come down to put a pizza in the oven, I think we still have some leftovers as well.” She said before walking up stairs. I watched as Randy’s eyes focused on her swaying hips and plump ass in her shorts.

I sat our English Lit text book down on the kitchen table and got Randy to sit with me. I was going over Julius Caesar by Shakespeare and how portentous it was for him to be betrayed by Brutus. He was clearly bored and barely paying attention, often on his phone scrolling through porn sites.

Mom came into the kitchen and my jaw nearly hit the floor. She was wearing a small blue bikini top that made her 34 DD breasts jut out. They jiggled as she walked. Below were a matching pair of bikini bottoms and her ass peaked out.

“Mom! We have company over, can you go put something on?” I exclaimed.

“Oh honey, it’s just a bikini don’t get your panties in a twist.” She said laughing and winked at Randy. Was she teasing him or trying to humiliate me or both?

“Yeah Piglet, don’t discourage Melody from showing off her beautiful body.”

“What did you call my son Randy?” Mom asked inquisitively.

“Oh it’s just a little nickname I’ve given him because he so small and nice.”

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful and I love it.” Mom said either ignorant to the bullying or in on the joke.

Mom then reached for something high in the cabinet where the pans are.

“Here Melody, let me help.” Randy said in a deep voice.

As he got up I could see a slight 6 inch erection poking out of his shorts. He got behind Mom and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. She wiggled her ass and spread her legs a bit. Then she looked over at me briefly. I was pissed and clenching my jaw, arms folded.

“Oh! Not there. Over here” Mom said pretending to guide his hand. She thrust her butt back into Randy as he in turn thrust into her with his shorts still on.

Mom looked at me again and laughed. “Here?” Randy asked.

“Nope, you’re not deep enough” she said laughing. She spread her legs more and Randy pretended to reach for something else with one hand as his other hand rested on Mom’s ass giving it a squeeze.

He thrust again and leaned upward pretending to still be looking. She thrust back. “Oh there! Yes there! Right there Randy, right there!!!” Mom shouted orgasmically, then looked at me and laughed again.

Randy got the pan and set it down on the counter. Smacked her ass and then looked at me, whispered something again in Mom’s ear and they both burst out in laughter on the verge of tears.

Randy’s boner had gone down and I noticed a damp mark on his shorts. Mom got the Pizza from the refrigerator and bent over to put it into the oven. I noticed a wet spot in between her legs as well.

While waiting for it to cook, Mom went upstairs to use her bathroom. Randy asked where the nearest bathroom was as well and I showed him the one in the hall.

After about 15 minutes I got up to see if Randy was alright to fine the bathroom vacant. My heart started beating fast. I went up stairs to find Randy sniffing my Mom’s used panties in her room. Mom flushed and Randy ducked out to find me standing there clenching my fists.

“What ya going to do about it Piglet?”

I just grunted and led him back downstairs mad as hell.

Mom came down, put on gloves and pulled the pizza out. As she sliced it her breasts shook wildly. Randy’s eyes were again glued and I wouldn’t be surprised if was erect again.

“While you two eat up, I’m going to cool off in the pool.” Mom said, grabbing a glass bottle of lite vodka.

Randy ate most of the pizza to my dismay and gave me a threatening look when I thought about yelling at him.

“Peeeeeter!” Mom shouted.

I ran outside with Randy.

“Peter could you be a good boy and rub some tanning oil on my back?” She asked sitting on the deck chair.

“Mom I’m a bit uncomfortable doing th--”

“I’ll help Melody!” Randy said, cutting me off.

“Good now please get everything, I don’t want to burn.”

Mom laid flat on the chair and untied her top.

Randy oiled up his hands and squirted some on her back. He started with her shoulders, then her lower back which made her moan a low guttural moan. He went to her feet next and moved from her calves to the back of her thighs.

“Everywhere Randy.” She reiterated as she tucked her bikini bottom into her ass crack to form a thong.

Mom looked at me and smiled, then back to Randy and nodded for him to go on. I was starting to get a little hard as well and sat down in an effort to hide it. He began thoroughly groping her large plump ass as she began moaning.

“Oh Randy your hands are magical, I should be paying you!”

“Oh you can pay me ... in other ways.”

“Peter be a dear and fetch a glass of wine from the cellar.”

“Ugh, fine!” I retorted in disgust.

I couldn’t believe my bully was freely feeling up my Mom and that she was into it. I wished Dad would come home and catch her, but he was off in another state filming some crap.

I quickly grabbed the bottle but I tried my hardest not to drop the heavy bottle coming up the stairs. Before I exited to the backyard I peeked through the blinds to see Mom’s ass was now completely bare and Randy was now tonguing her pussy.

Mom was moaning so loud I was glad we had trees surrounding our yard to block our neighbors.

“Oh Randy! Yes, right there that’s the spot!”

I was rubbing my dick through my shorts. God, this was so wrong but so hot.