Mx Female BBL Booty MILFs, Wimpy Sons and Hung Bullies (Multiple Prompts)

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Hi all. This is a collection of prompts that revolve around a MILF with a Brazilian Butt Lift, her wimpy son and the way his bully injects himself into their lives. All characters are of legal age as indicated in the forum rules.

Opening Bits:

- Meant to be long-term.
- I do have a full time job, so availability can get limited. A message every day or two is the low-end of what to expect.
- Private Messages or Discord are fine by me. I like somewhere that we can keep notes.
- Writing style is best described as two or three paragraphs per post, though I'm of the type where sometimes you may only need a few sentences or you might need a few more paragraphs to get the story across.
- Unless otherwise requested, I will play all male characters and I'll ask that you play as the female character(s).
- I'm open to different scenarios, kinks and alterations made to scenarios, though there are two things I'll be pretty firm on:

1) The son's bullying and/or misery is an active part of the story. He's not just a background character to set up some steamy taboo situation, he's going to get bullied, humiliated or shamed pretty regularly, and he's not going to enjoy it.
2) Unless otherwise stated in the specific prompt, I'm not interested in the MILF having a boyfriend or husband.

Things To Keep in Mind:

- My prompts can get pretty dark. Some RPers have described them as misery porn before. That can be pretty true, though the exact degrees depend on the setting we put in place. A firm difference I also want to establish: I don't care for gore or violence for the sake of it, I care more about the mental and emotional aspects of it.

Easy example: A judoka breaks his arm off of a throw in a competition.

What I'm not interested in is how the sound his arm made when it cracked, what direction his arm was facing, if there was anything sticking out (GROSS), nor the intricate description of the landing.

What I'm interested in is the effects. Did the pain and agony cause him to cry? Was he embarrassed because his girlfriend was in the crowd? How did having his arm in a cast negatively affect his life? After his recovery, what kind of fear did he feel when he was thrown again at his first practice? What emotion does he feel when he sees the person who threw him again? How does this affect his competitive career or hobbyist enjoyment of Judo?

References:

I tend to prefer the curvy porn-star or instagram-model look. The skinny Hollywood look is something I don't find appealing. If I can see rib-cage, they're probably too skinny.

I don't have anime references but I am okay with anime references being suggested.

NSFW Links in Spoilers

Favourite Reference:

Lela Star 1 2 3 4 5

Kim K can obviously be subbed in for this.

Other Favourites:

Daphne Rosen 1 2

DjHannahb 1 2 3

Amy Anderssen 1 2

Ava Addams 1 2

Maria Gjieli 1

Bella Bellz (better as an extra character) 1 2

Ryan Conner 1 2 3

Sara Jay 1 2

Amy Jackson 1

Eva Notty (dirty blonde but there is some dyes 1 2

Kinks and Limits

Kinklist:

Brazilian Butt Lifts/Breast Implants/Lip Filler/Cosmetic Surgeries, tight clothing, jiggling tits and ass, assjobs, titfucking, blowjobs, deepthroat, facefucking, cumplay, spitting, slapping, hitting, punching, hair pulling, name calling, casual disrespect, swirlies, displays of dominance, hidden bullying (appearing attractive and friendly to her but mean to targets of bullying), flirting and romance (with a hidden side), bullying and humiliating betas, athletes utterly wiping the floor with out of shape nerds, outfits, free-use, dub-con, no-con, obliviousness, flimsy excuses, betrayal, busty women in tight quarters or narrow situations with men, cockteasing, bending over in suggestive situations, mental gymnastics/excusing the behaviour of a vicious bully, involuntary cucking, misery porn, some blacked/raceplay/bbc, size differences,

Harder limits:

No scat
No forced bi/gay (some cum play is okay)
No futa
Any cuckoldry is involuntary and causes nothing but shame and frustration, it will not be something the cucks are turned on by
No beast
No gore/violence as described

Softer limits:

- TBH I'm not the biggest fan of anal. If it's part of the story, it won't really be focused on or heavily described on my part.
- Gangbangs if it makes sense for the story can happen here or there, but I'm not looking for them as a regular thing.
- Pregnancy is 9 months long and gets in the way of a lot of story-telling. As a later scenario in the story or an ending, we can play with it, but not something I'm looking for as a regular thing.

The personalities, body types and interpersonal relationship between the Mom and Son and Bully are something we'll work out together. The below is just a starting guide-line for what I'm looking for.

The mom's mental and emotional reasoning for allowing the bullying will be a key part of the story. Does she know it's happening and feels helpless to do anything about it? Is she naive or ditzy and just believes lies and makes up flimsy excuses for why it's happening? Does she think her son needs toughening up? Does she secretly enjoy it? Is the bully pretending to be the son friend and she believes it?

I'm fine with playing most body types and attitudes when it comes to the male characters. Let me know if you have your own references.

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Overall Scenario:

It had been years since it felt like you'd done something for yourself.

Now it wasn't for a bad reason. After your husband passed, you took it upon yourself to honor his memory as best you could and raise your son the right way. You didn't want him to end up a criminal like many of children of single parents did. So you heavily focused on working to provide both of you and to make sure he was well looked after. Your husband's salary, insurance policy and investing acumen left you well off enough so that you were both comfortable without him.

It worked. Leland has never been in trouble and always performed well in school. You couldn't have been prouder, and you knew your late husband would be looking down with a smile on his face. The work still wasn't done of course, Leland still had to pass, find a job and start his own life, but the foundation had been established. Yeah, you worried about his prospects for a wife of his own (he spent too much time in front of a computer, was scrawny despite how much food he ate and was shorter than you, boy did he hate it when you wore heels), but surely a well paying job and the college experience would fix all of that.

Those sacrifices did come with a cost. You haven't dated in years. You haven't touched a man in years. You haven't gotten... well, intimate, for years. You were a stunner when you were younger, but it had been so long that you just weren't sure if you had it anymore.

And to boot, the standards of beauty had changed over the years. Small butts used to be a thing, but between reality shows that followed celebrity families and hip hop music that blew up the charts, it seemed like large, rounded backsides had become the thing. You'd always admired them from afar.

And, well, now you're admiring it in the mirror. You want to get back in to the game, and you finally did something for yourself. Leland seemed taken aback the first time he saw you with your new Brazilian butt lift, but he never said anything. Even after you started accidentally knocking things over while getting used to the new proportions. So far, no one has really commented on it either, so you've been wondering if anyone else has noticed.

Well, someone's noticed...

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Son's Bully: The tall, strong, dominant athlete who's made your son's life a living hell for years has sure noticed. What started as him dropping off his homework for your son to complete will turn into him becoming a regular. Whether he's obvious about bullying your son and it's your character dealing with it, or whether he's doing it in secret and putting on a fake front to get in your pants, your sons bully likes what he sees.

The BBC Gang: Why settle for one bully when there can be a group of them? The local gang who's always scared and intimidated your son? Well they sure act nice around you! Their sob stories touch your heart, all while your hand is touching at their crotch, and their "operations" move into your house. Will lift my no-gangbang soft limit for this one.

The Blackmailer: Someone has figured out a secret about you that you don't want getting out there. Who is it, and what lengths and limits will they go to in using you as their personal plaything as they make you destroy your family? A husband can be involved in this scenario.

Mean Teacher: Your son's teacher is actually himself a bully! While he used to be more vicious back in his younger years, being an adult with a responsible job means he has to be more creative and hide it. Nerds and betas still bring out the bully in him, though, and your son's otherwise perfect grades are mysteriously suffering his class.

Hypnosis: A different kind of bullying, someone from Leland's class has figured out the skill of hypnosis. Similar to the blackmailer, it will lead to all sorts of scenarios that mean bad things for Leland and his family (husband can be included).

Let me know if you have anyother ideas that you'd like to mix in here.

Optional Characters:
Son's Beta Best Friend
: Your son's beta best friend has sure noticed. He's had a crush on your since forever. You're his angel, and he's always willing to lend a hand, offer some help and just be an overall good guy. He treasures the hugs and kisses you give him, the compliments you pay him. Him and your son both got accepted to the same local college, meaning he's still hanging around even into his early 20s. Your BBL became quite something he can't keep his eyes off of.

His only problem: You're oblivious to his feelings. The problem he doesn't know about: You think he's actually gay. This leads to lots of hilarious hijinx where you treat him like a gay bestie, not worried what he sees about your body, asking him about outfits, not worrying about brushing up against him in the narrow confines of your house. You're driving him absolutely crazy, and you don't realize it. And it'll get even worse when the bullies get involved.

Is it just the one friend? Or are there more?

Your Sister/Leland's Aunt: Double the booty, double the fun? An option for a different responsible adult who in turn also gets entangled with the bullies and other characters. Or maybe multiple aunts?
 
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About to leave for work but will respond later to any replies as I have my weekend afterwards

Here's an example from a previous version of this RP, one of my favourite scenes during it. She knocked over a lamp while bringing a tray of food for the bully (who had been sleeping in her son's bed). The son was told to clean it up outside of the room while she served the bully breakfast. Male characters were college-aged

RP Partner

I rolled my eyes quite heavily. Me? A dumbfuck? What was wrong with him? Had no one ever brought him breakfast to bed? What was wrong with the newer generations? You usually put the tray on your lap, or at your side on the bed and... eat. Why would you even need a table? Or, even in case that he needed it for whatever reason, there was a perfectly functioning desk. Actually, some of the trays were even on the desk. The same desk he used to fuck me. I swear, if his cock wasn't so great...

I pressed my body against him and pushed him. Pushed him until his legs stumbled with the bed and forced him to seat. I dragged the desk and the chair, with all the trays close to the bed. And climbed on the bed and got on my fours, my knees on one side and my elbows on the other.

"You can use me as a table..." I know I'm trying to vent the years of dry spell off, but the next time I try to find someone, I promise myself that it'll be someone who appreciates my effort or creativity. "And that class of yours... do they have phtograph and film any subject in particular?"
Me:

"Well, at least you're useful for something." Brad said cheekily, yanking her hair with one hand and slapping her heavily exposed cheek with the other as a "reward" for her creative thinking. He enjoyed watching her doing heavy dragging that he could've done quickly and easily, enjoyed watching her make herself into an object, both visually and practically, just for his usage. Her struggles and discomfort only added to his pleasure. Placing the first tray on her back. He began wolfing the breakfast down, a savage animal with almost no manners, devouring the food as fuel more than something to taste and enjoy.

Answer her question, he said "Our choice. That's what the project me and the nerd patrol are working on. They wanted to use some permavirgin video game shit, but I think I've found something better to use for it.

Okay cheeks, call your son in here to get this first tray of dishes off your fat ass. Look him in the eyes when he comes in too, just so he knows you're serious." The way Brad casually and nonchalantly dished out humiliating orders and mockery, his tone and delivery not changing from casual conversation but somehow carrying with it a commanding threat, was something that was hard to describe to people who've never been around someone with that kind of commanding presence.

RP Partner:

I let out a small gasp when he pulls my hair and slaps my ass. Being in this position for him felt so... right. It was almost like I was meant to be an object of service and I was finally fulfilling my purpose. It made my heart beat faster, and it sent goosebumps all over my body. I could hear him devour with gusto the food I had so lovilingly made for him. It filled me with pride, even as every push when he forked something down added strain to my strength.

I heard his order. I had to make myself presentable. I couldn't just have Leland pick up the tray from my back. How surreal and mind breaking would something like that be? I reached behind myself and picked the tray, then I sat up by Brad's side.

"Lele! Come here!" I called my son with a stern tone of voice. I looked him in the eyes as he came in. I presented the tray to him. "Here you. You can take this tray downstairs and start cleaning."


Me:
Leland got up off of his hands and knees. He hadn't expected so many pieces and glass shards. Not that he was in any hurry to finish. He felt like he needed to be nearby his mother, to spring in to action and protect her if need be. Well, in his fantasy at least, he'd be able to do that. In practice, the fear of pain and a beatdown would keep him frozen, a deer in the headlights should that happen. The loud CLAP of the spank that Brad had given her before starting his food would've been enough to make any red blooded man spring in to action, but not him.

Mama called him into the room, and he obeyed. The pit in his gut was widening, being split open by the anxiety of the moment. He didn't know what he was going to walk in to. Though oddly enough, it didn't seem that awful of a scene. Mama was sitting next to Brad with one of his empty trays of food. She stared him down in an unsettling way that made him look away, and handed the tray to him for him to go downstairs and start washing. The coward in him felt a little bit of relief at being sent away.

"He can start handwashing the dishes AFTER he's finished with the lamp." said Brad. Leland visibly slumped a bit, and then took the tray, going downstairs to deposit it by the kitchen sink.

While Leland was away, Brad stood up, went outside, picked up the bag of glass shards, whacked it against the wall and dumped it all over the floor, before returning to Leland's bed, saying "Next. Oh, and why didn't you stay bent over and let him pick up the tray? It's your natural position, after all."


RP Partner:

I nodded along Brad's words, letting Leland know that that was what I wanted him to do. I can't deny it aroused me when he spoke to him that way. It was something very deep inside of me that woke up every time I saw or heard Brad bossing Leland around. The distance between what I felt and the reality, even I had to admit was ridiculous, but something deep inside of me felt like it was true: it felt as if Leland finally had a father.

I saw you leave after my son and shrugged my shoulders. Boys. Whatever they have to discuss, they are entitled to their privacy. From the sound of it, it sounded like Leland had dropped the bag. I tended to knock things around with the new shape of my rear, but he was quite clumsy himself. I picked the edges of the hash browns with my fingers and give it a little niblle before you came back.

At his return, I sat on Brad's lap. I gave him my back, and sat, straddling him, as if I was about to do a reverse cowgirl on him. I then bent over, reaching around his torso with my legs and hugging him in order not to fall, my own torso dropping between his legs, my face almost touching the ground. This way, I presented my glutes to him of use as a table.

"I don't want him getting the wrong ideas..." I explain, knowing full well that the subtleties of parenthood will most likely elude you. "I haven't really dated in a long, long while. And I know that what we're doing is having some fun. But I'm afraid that if he sees anything, he will believe it's more serious. Like I'm trying to make you a replacement for his dad, or something."
 
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