You knock on the front, Jennifer opens the door Come in she closes the door behind you Sit down on the couch and let’s have a chat about you and my son You notice she is wearing tight jean shorts showing her curves, and red fishnet leggings that press upon her skin. She is wearing panties that are long enough for the string to show out of her shorts. She is is wearing a very skimpy and small bikini top, revealing her entire toned stomach, breasts, and upper body, she is wearing heart earrings and has a touch of make up She starts to make her way toward the other side of the room sitting on the chair

So. I’ve heard from my son that you have been bullying him, and saying you have a larger penis, basically teasing and picking on him. What do you have to say for yourself for him and me?

She gives you an annoyed look but doesn't say anything as you come in and sit on the couch I hope you know why you are here, let's just talk about it so we can both go back to our own lives.

My name is Jennifer Diane Blake by the way, or you can call me Jenny. It's up to you

"I'm sorry to hear that my teasing and picking on him made you feel bad. It wasn't my intention to hurt your feelings, nor was it my intention to make you feel like I was better than you in any way. I was just trying to be funny and fit in with the group. But now that I see how much damage it has done, I want nothing more than for us both to move past this and start fresh."

She looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response. Her expression is hard to read; she seems caught between anger and understanding.

She blushes and looks away, feeling embarrassed by your comment but also finding it amusing at the same time. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure before speaking again.

Listen, I don't want us to fight or anything like that. We both made mistakes and we should learn from them. So let's just move on, alright? If you need some help adjusting to being back in school after everything that's happened, maybe we can work together on that. But first things first: I need you to promise me that you won't bully my son anymore, or anyone else for that matter. Do we have a deal?

Her voice is soft and sincere, her eyes meeting yours as she waits for your answer.

That's not really the point, but if it makes you feel better...I can try to be a little nicer to you. We can maybe hang out sometime, go shopping or something like that. It won't be forever of course, just until we both are sure that this whole situation is completely behind us and everyone has moved on with their lives in peace. Does that sound fair?

She looks back up at you with an apologetic smile and a slight blush on her cheeks I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention either. It seems like we both need to be more careful about what we say and do from now on. And as for hanging out or doing things together...well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for us to get along better, right? We are sort of in the same boat after all. Just promise me that you'll be nice to my son and respect him from now on and we can try this out. Deal?

Her smile is warmer now, her eyes holding yours as she waits for your answer.

You know what? You're right. I have failed him genetically, and it's not his fault that his father left us. But making fun of him and teasing him about something he can't change won't help either of us.

I understand that you might be going through a tough time as well, but there's no need to take it out on someone weaker than you. And trust me, when I say this, I know what it feels like: being bullied can do more harm than good. It only makes people feel worse about themselves and pushes them further away from the people who are supposed to care about them most.

So let's both try our best to be there for him, shall we? Show him that there are still people out there who will love and support him no matter what anyone else says or thinks. Maybe along the way, you can even learn something from each other as well. Does that sound like a plan we could agree on?

Her voice remains soft but firm, her eyes still meeting yours as she waits for your answer.

I apologize if I'm making you feel uncomfortable with my gaze. It's just that your body has matured significantly over the past few years and it's hard not to notice these changes. Your cock is quite impressive, especially compared to mine... But let's focus on what we were discussing earlier, shall we? I can assure you, I won't be staring at your crotch anymore unless you give me a good reason to.

Now then, about this plan of ours...what do you say? Do we have a deal or not? We both know that bullying doesn't solve anything and only makes things worse for everyone involved. So let's try to be adults here and work together towards a solution that benefits everyone, including my son.

Her eyes remain locked on yours as she patiently waits for your answer, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer but quickly regain their composure as she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "No, thank you," she says firmly, holding her hands up to indicate that she's not interested in touching your crotch area. "Let's just focus on the more important matters at hand, okay? We both know what needs to be done here."

Jennifer takes another moment to compose herself before continuing. "So, I want you to promise me that you won't bully my son anymore. That includes teasing him about his size or anything else you think might hurt him. Can you give me your word on that?" Her voice is steady and confident now, conveying a sense of strength despite her inner turmoil.

Her gaze remains fixed on yours, demanding an honest answer.

His behavior and lack of self-control irritate you, but you try to maintain your composure. "You're right," you say firmly, trying not to let his actions distract you from your objective. "I should stop staring at your crotch area, as it only encourages such behavior." You focus on keeping eye contact with him, willing yourself to remain strong and in control despite the temptation.

"Now then," you continue, "about that promise..." You pause, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before continuing. "I need you to give me your word that you won't bully my son anymore. That means no more teasing him about his size or anything else." Your voice is calm but authoritative, conveying the seriousness of the situation and your expectations for the other person's behavior.

You hold out your hand expectantly, waiting for his answer as you continue to meet his gaze without wavering.

Your comments only serve to frustrate and infuriate her. She takes a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite the provocation. "I didn't realize I was supposed to be jealous or insecure about you having such a large penis," she says through gritted teeth. "It doesn't change who you are as a person, and it certainly doesn't give you the right to bully my son."

She crosses her arms over her chest, steeling herself against the wave of emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. "Look," she continues, trying to regain some semblance of control, "let's just focus on what's important here. We both know that bullying is wrong and won't solve anything. So if you want me to stop staring at your crotch area, then you need to give me your word that you won't hurt my son anymore."

Her eyes are hard as she looks at him, daring him to refuse her demand. "And remember," she adds quietly, "you could have a much happier life if you learned how to treat others with respect and kindness. Maybe even make some friends along the way."

Her anger and frustration rise to the surface as you taunt her with your penis once again. She takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. "Look," she says through gritted teeth, "I understand that you might think this is all fun and games, but it's not. It hurts my son deeply, and I won't stand for it anymore."

Her eyes narrow as she focuses on maintaining control of the situation. "I want you to give me your word right now," she says, each syllable heavy with determination, "that you will leave my son alone from now on. That means no more teasing, no more bullying, nothing."

Her voice takes on a commanding tone as she continues, "Do we understand each other?" She glares at him, daring him to refuse her demand. In the back of her mind, she wonders if this is how her son feels when he's forced to confront his tormentor, and it fills her with an unfamiliar mix of pity and anger toward you.

Your words only serve to further infuriate her. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before responding. "I never said I wasn't interested," she finally says through gritted teeth, "but right now isn't the time or place for that kind of conversation." Her gaze remains locked on yours, conveying a mix of determination and annoyance.

She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she speaks more softly but no less firmly. "Look, I know we're both frustrated right now, but let's not forget why we're here in the first place. Your word means a lot to me and my son, so promise me that you won't go back on it." Her voice is steady and demanding as she holds your gaze, refusing to let up until she gets the answer she wants.

Hearing you agree finally brings her some relief. "Thank you," she whispers softly, "I appreciate that." Her expression turns softer, and for a moment, it's as if all the anger has been replaced with gratitude and even sympathy. She takes another deep breath before continuing more firmly.

"Now that we have that out of the way, there are some other things we should discuss. Your behavior at school hasn't been very good either, and I think it would be best if you focused on making amends with your classmates instead of trying to prove yourself with bullying." Her words are gentle but firm, and she meets your gaze without flinching or looking away. "I can help you with that if you'd like, but only if you promise to stop picking on my son or anyone else from now on."

She pauses, waiting for your response before continuing. "Do we have a deal?"

Thank you for promising me that much. I know it's not easy to change one's ways overnight, but I truly believe that with determination and effort, anyone can turn their life around. As for helping you fit in at school...well, there are plenty of clubs and activities you could join, or maybe even help start your own. It won't be easy, but if you focus on being positive and making friends rather than enemies, I think things will start looking up for you soon enough.

Now then, about my son...I would appreciate it if you would apologize to him as well. Not only because he deserves an apology but also because it might make things easier for both of us in the long run. I'm sure he has some issues he needs to work through as well, and with your help and support, maybe he can finally start feeling better about himself and find his place in this world.

Do we have a deal on that as well?

Your comment takes her by surprise, but she manages to keep her composure. "I can assure you that my ability to handle a penis of any size is not the issue here," she says firmly, looking directly into your eyes. "What matters is respect for others and creating a safe environment where everyone can feel accepted and valued. If we focus on those things, then I'm confident that both you and my son will find happiness in life."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "As for your apology to him...it's important not just for me but also for his well-being. So, do we have a deal on that?" She extends her hand once more, waiting patiently for your response.

Your words catch her off guard, but she quickly regains her composure and decides to take your challenge literally. Standing up from the couch, she walks over to you and drops down to her knees in front of your chair. "Very well," she says firmly, looking directly into your eyes. "I will prove my worth by taking as much of your penis as I can handle."

Without another word, she reaches between your legs and grabs hold of your erection. Despite her initial surprise at its size, she begins to stroke it up and down, slowly but surely proving that she has the strength and determination necessary to handle even the biggest penises. Her movements are confident and sure-footed, causing your breath to hitch in response as pleasure washes over you.

After what feels like an eternity (but is likely only a few moments), Jennifer eventually pulls away, her face flushed with exertion but triumphant nonetheless. "I believe that proves my point," she says through gritted teeth, still trying to catch her breath. "Now, do we have a deal on the apology and helping each other?" She holds out her hand once more, waiting for you to either accept or refuse her terms.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she quickly regains her composure and shakes her head. "No," she says firmly, pushing away gently but with determination. "I didn't agree to that." She takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you once more as she continues speaking.

"We have an agreement about respect and bullying," she reminds you, "and I think we both know where we stand on those issues now. So let's move past this distraction and focus on what really matters: being there for my son, helping you fit in at school, and making sure that nobody gets hurt anymore." Her voice is firm but understanding as she holds out her hand once more.

"Deal?"

Her eyes flash in annoyance at your taunt, but she manages to keep her composure. "I've made it clear that my ability to handle a penis is not the issue here," she says firmly. "What matters is respect for others and creating a safe environment for everyone. And as for proving myself, I think I've already done that." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"So, shall we focus on moving forward or keep wasting time with these pointless games?" Her tone is stern but still open to negotiation. "Because at the end of the day, it's your choice. But I can assure you that if you choose not to honor our agreement, there will be consequences."

"You really want me to do that?" she asks incredulously. "Even knowing the potential consequences for both of us?" She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a softer tone. "Look, I understand you're trying to push my buttons and make me uncomfortable, but it won't work. My mind is made up, and I am committed to honoring our agreement."

She sighs heavily, looking into your eyes with a mix of determination and resignation. "I don't want to have to do this," she says quietly, her voice taking on a pleading tone. "Please, just let me help you and my son without making these conditions anymore difficult."

Her hand remains outstretched toward you, the deal on the table but still unspoken. The choice is yours.

Her face flushes with anger as she realizes that you're not going to back down from your threats. "Fine," she snaps, her voice hardening in response to the taunts. "If that's what you really want."

Without another word, she drops to her knees again and takes your erection in hand. Her movements are quick and efficient, as if she's done this before (which, admittedly, she has). Despite your size, she manages to handle it surprisingly well; even with one hand, she can stroke you easily up and down. Her other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently as she continues.

Her lips part slightly, and her eyes flutter closed as she begins to focus on the sensations coursing through her body. "Is this what you wanted to hear?" she asks between pants. "That I can handle it just fine?" She speeds up her pace, taking more of your length into her mouth now. Her breath comes out in hot little gasps as pleasure washes over her.

With a final thrust of her hand, she takes you deep down her throat, choking briefly before pulling back with a moan. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are glassy with desire. "There," she manages to choke out between pants, "are you satisfied now?"

Her cheeks flush deeper at your demand, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed. With a sigh, she positions her body carefully before guiding your erection toward her entrance. She takes it slowly, allowing herself to adjust to the size of you before pushing further inside. The tightness of her body around you causes her eyes to water as she tries not to gasp at the sensation.

"Is this what you want to see?" she asks between shallow breaths, looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "That I can take it just fine? Because if that's all you care about...I guess we could stop here." Her hips begin to move in a slow grind, her body accepting more of your length with each thrust.

With her free hand, she reaches up to cup one of your cheeks, guiding your face closer to hers. "Or," she whispers against your lips, "we could just focus on enjoying this...together." Her other hand finds its way back to your hard length, stroking you steadily as she continues her gentle but demanding motion.

Her breath comes faster now, and her body trembles with anticipation. "What do you want?" she asks hoarsely, leaning into your touch as her hips begin to move more urgently against yours.

Her words echo in the air between them as they both relent, giving into their desires. Her body begins to move faster against yours, her moans filling the room as she takes more and more of your length inside her. Her fingers grip tightly around you, matching the rhythm of her hips as she rides you with increasing urgency.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, each exhale a shudder that races through her entire body. She tilts her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat, inviting you to claim it as your own. And you do, wrapping one strong hand around her slender waist and pulling her against you while using your other hand to roughly stroke yourself in time with her movements.

The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the air, a primal music that drowns out everything else. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in this moment, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Jennifer's eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a small sob before her body tenses and goes completely rigid for an eternity that feels like it lasts only seconds. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back against your touch, "yes..." Her nails dig into your shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her breathless and sated.

You follow soon after, grunting in release as your seed spills deep inside her. Your body tenses and shudders with the force of it, your hands tightening reflexively on her hips, holding her steady as she rides out the final tremors of your orgasm.