INFALLIABLE 1

Feature Writer: Stories with Nebic

Feature Title: Infallible 1

Published: 23.01.2023 / Sinister Shorts – Issue# 63-1

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Twisted Tales for Depraved Deviants

Infallible 1

“Really? That’s my son’s bully?”

Ameila had parked her car near the school, watching from a distance as her son was confronted by a younger black student. The age gap was shocking, and yet her son did very little to defend himself. How had she raised such a wimp? How was this skinny black boy dominating her son so easily? None of it made sense.

The divorce with her husband had left the family fractured, and after a year she began noticing changes in her son’s attitude. Less confident, shyer than before, lower self esteem and a far more passive attitude. The entire situation had left her frustrated, both from a lack of sex, and from seeing the men she cared about become, “Weak.”

To help deal with her own frustrations, she turned to porn. The desire for a strong man being her primary motivator, and she felt plenty of them in the interracial categories. This very day she had searched up dominating black men, mere hours before driving to check on her son.

Having recently come home with bruises, she was determined to help her son, even if he refused to explain who was to blame. Now seeing the young black boy pushing, hitting and kicking him, there was a sudden push-back in her brain, a desire to not interfere, to let things continue without interruption. Perhaps her son would learn to defend himself, maybe this would help toughen him up … maybe she should even thank him.

An audible gasp left her mouth as she watched the young boy strike her son again, with all the other students laughing at him rather than helping. Even as far away as she was, the teenager’s laughter still carried, and when her son was struck a second time, she found herself laughing with them.

The way he yelped, the way his head snapped back, the fetal position he rolled into while the young girls laughed at him, it felt like a scene from the porn she had binged. Before she knew it she was touching herself, finding herself far more attracted to the young black boy than she expected.

“Wow,” she sighed, biting her lip as he began kicking her son, aiming for his face, “What a little jerk … God he’s really giving it to him.”

Tilting her head, Amelia swallowed while continuing to watch the show. Kicks turned into stomps, the teens cheering as a few teacher’s appeared near the doorway, their grins large as they pointed and laughed along with them.

“Even his teachers? Fuck … I mean … hm … I guess it is kind of funny … “

By the time the young black boy was finished her son was beat to a pulp, crying in the dirt while his classmates stepped over and on him, some kicking him as they passed. Finally the teacher came out to get him, and just when Amelia thought he might finally caught a break, she saw the older woman look around, checking to see if anyone was looking.

Guessing no one was, she quickly stuffed her hand down the front of her pants, obviously touching herself. Ameila was stunned, but found herself doing the exact same thing. Thinking no one was watching her, and with her son still curled in a ball and unable to see who was standing over him, the teacher lifted her foot and started giving Amelia’s son another stomping.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her voice sounding more like a moan, “Mrs. Tompson acted so nice to him at the parent teacher conference … I can’t believe she would … fuck … I should be recording this.”

Fishing for her phone, Amelia did her best to start filming, worried the show would be over by the time she got it going. Luckily the teacher was having fun, too much fun. Zooming in, Amelia could see the look of bliss on the woman’s face, and after several more stomps, she came, her bending over at the waist, grunting, grinding her foot against the boy’s face as her legs shook with tremors of ecstasy.

“Fuck this is unbelievable,” Amelia groaned, shocked that she hadn’t done anything to save her son yet. Still touching herself, she simply couldn’t control her mouth, recording herself as she moaned a quiet request. “One more … Come on, just one more … stomp him again, goddamn it.”

The teacher did, and Amelia’s moan filled the car. Edging her own orgasm now, she managed to resist the temptation, just as the teacher leaned down and spat at her son’s face. With his eyes closed from the attacks, he never saw who had done it, and so after a few minutes, the teacher returned more composed, suddenly acting like she had just found him.

Pampering him, treating him like her own precious teen, she helped him up before guiding him back into the school where he’d no doubt see the nurse.

Amelia’s mind was left swirling, wondering how deep this rabbit hole went. How many more people were abusing her son? How many more were getting off on it? How long had it been happening? She had to know, she needed to know.

Stopping the recording, she gave herself a few minutes to calm down, cleaning the slime off her fingers with napkins she had left in the car. Feeling briefly ashamed of herself, the guilt faded quickly as she began to wonder if the nurse would be any nicer, or if her son was in for some other form of abuse. The only way to know was to investigate.

The chain link fence where the teens had abused her son seemed easy enough to jump, and with all the other students likely going back to class, she quickly left her car and crossed the road with a determined strut.

Climbing the fence, she made her way across the area to the exit door back inside, finding it unlocked. Heading inside it was obvious classes had resumed, as the hallways were empty and devoid of traffic. Having toured the school before, she knew exactly where the nurse’s station was, and so she began walking like she belonged.

Not many teachers or students would question a middle aged mother walking through the school, and so it was unlikely they’d raise a fuss. Still the front doors were blocked by a guard, and without a real reason to show up, she didn’t want to risk being turned away.

Reaching the nurses station, she now wondered how she could observe them without getting caught. Her son would obviously know her face, but thanks to Covid her mask would hide most of her face.

Still trying how best to enter without being caught, a sudden cry of pain from her son set off her motherly instincts, and without thinking she pushed through the door, finding her son sitting on a table with his eyes shut, and the nurse beside him.

“Uhm … can I help you?”

Trying to come up with a convincing lie as fast as possible, Amelia blurted the only thing that was on her mind.

“Y-Yes, uhm … I’m a friend of Mrs. Tompson’s … she said I would really uh … enjoy helping you with this trouble maker.”

Surprisingly it worked, and Amelia could see the nurse’s eyes squint as she smiled behind the mask. Nodding a few times, she waved her over and continued what she was doing, ready to guide Ameila in proper nursing care.

“Well first off, this little brat has been causing trouble … haven’t you?”

Her son’s eyes looked swollen, and while he couldn’t see them, he didn’t deny the allegation, even knowing it was a lie.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he whimpered.

“Gosh … what did he do?” Amelia asked, wondering what false excuse they had weaved.

“Well we’ve tried educating this one about being racist and having white privilege, but he just never listens.”

“Oh really? Well … we can’t have that.”

“Not one bit,” the nurse agreed, reaching out and thumping her son in his swollen eye, causing him to yelp again.

A jolt shot through Amelia’s loins, and she shuddered. When the nurse took notice, she grinned behind her mask again, motioning for her to join in. Feigning ignorance, the nurse began removing her teenage son’s shirt, uncovering all the bruises he’d gained, both old and new.

“Racists get punished,” she said matter-of-factly, suddenly balling her fist before striking him across the face.

The hit wasn’t very hard, but it jostled her son’s head and left him whining. Clearly not wanting to get caught, Amelia had no choice but to join in, balling her own fist before swinging it at her son’s already hurt face.

The pop of impact sent a flood to her panties, and the nurse giggled in response. Amelia couldn’t stifle her moan, but it wasn’t a problem, as the nurse seemed just as excited about it.

“This is what the little racist deserves …” she explained, reaching for a bottle of alcohol before opening the lid, and splashing his body with it.

With all the scrapes and scratches, the pain wracked him like a gunshot. Making several spasmic motions while breathing through his teeth, the teen’s anguish couldn’t translate to a cry, instead just grimacing and huffing in agony.

“How was he racist this time?” Amelia asked, needing no encouragement to slap him across the face this time.

“The white trash told Darnell he’d never end up breeding his mom.”

“His mom?” Amelia could hardly believe it.

“That’s right. Now Darnell might be younger than this brat, but believe me, he’s ten times more manly.”

“Obviously,” Amelia laughed, surprised by herself.

“Oh you know him?”

“N-No … but one look at this little … faggot … and it’s a no brainer.”

The nurse laughed aloud before agreeing, throwing his shirt back at the teen. Slowly covering himself again, it seemed like that was all the nursing care the boy would get, a few more hits, some burning alcohol, and a lesson on being less racist.

“So what are you going to tell Darnell next time?” she asked, her tone angry and serious.

“I-I’ll tell him … that he can b-breed my mom.”

“Good,” she huffed, “and you’re going to thank him whenever he hurts you, right?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

“And why?”

“Because I have w-white privilege … and whites should go extinct.”

“Good.”

Amelia’s pussy was throbbing. She had to jump in.

“And,” she added, her voice shaky. “A-And … you’re going to invite him to your house, right?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

The nurse loved the addition, deciding to bring up his previous visit just to excite her horny guest.

“And if he talks about killing your white dad, what do you do?”

Her son was silent for a moment, but after adjusting what could only be a tiny erection tenting his pants, he answered.

“I uhm … I offer to help him do it.”

“Good boy … now you’re getting it.”

Amelia bit her lip, feeling color drain from her face as she fought against a powerful orgasm. The nurse could immediately tell, giggling and approving of her enjoyment. Knowing there would be no better time to do it, the nurse leaned into the teen’s face, pulling her mask down in order to spit in his closed eyes.

“Your turn,” she said with a smirk, stepping back so Amelia could get close.

Leaning down with her pussy wracked in waves of pleasure, she stared at her son’s face, his eyes still closed, and with no way for him to know it was her, she lowered her mask, and added her spit to the nurses.

Her orgasm was immediate, only briefly able to cover her face back up before she shuddered and held the table, shaking and groaning in the small room. The nurse happily praised her for reaching a climax, explaining they all had the same reaction when they started treating him this way.

Taking a moment to recover, Amelia was finally able to straighten up, and after seeing her son get sent back to class, she thanked the nurse, and promised she’d visit again.

Escaping the school was as easy as sneaking in, and once back to her car, Ameila’s body nearly went limp. What she had experienced, what she had done, it was the most overpowering enjoyment ever. Never before did she think something so crazy and erotic might happen, and yet it had.

Of course the best part was yet to come, as she knew her son would follow the instructions. He would invite Darnell over, and she’d get to see for herself, just how much of a racist her son really was. Naturally she’d need new panties first.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE