Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 15

Suddenly, the sound of the television felt far too quiet. I could hear my own breathing, and my heartbeat was throbbing to the point I thought it might shoot out of my chest. The lights were all out and the only thing lighting the room was the gentle glow of television, but it might as well have been as bright as a spotlight. Steve was lying on the ground right in front of us, and although his back was to us, all it would take was a turn of his head.

That wasn’t completely true. Mrs. Parker placed a thick comforter over the pair of us, and to any onlooking eyes, it looked like I was just uncomfortably sitting next to Mrs. Parker. Yet, her hand was on my leg, and even though she was leaning back, her eyes on the screen, leaning on her other elbow while biting a nail, I could distinctly feel her fingers slowly working their way up my leg.

I could only sit, frozen in anticipation as her hand finally worked its way to the area between my legs. Her fingers wrapped around my cock through the fabric of my pants. I heard her inhale. The feel of her fingers was incredible. I started undoing my pants and belt excitedly while trying to keep from disturbing the blanket on top. My heart was pounding. It felt like my hands were shaking, and the zipper to my pants was stuck. Finally, I got the fly down and pulled my pants open. My dick sprung free, and her hand helped guide it out.

The feeling of her warm soft hand wrapping around my naked penis was the greatest thing I had ever felt. Her fingers were gentle and soft, yet she gripped me with a firmness that let me know this was real, and not just a fantasy. She let go of my cock for a moment and I looked at her questioningly. Her eyes were locked on the screen, and she licked her lips as she reached under the blanket. Her hand wrapped around my wrist, and I was confused for a moment until I felt her place my hand between her legs. Realization struck me like a lightning bolt. She wanted me to reciprocate. I had never even seen a pussy up close. The pictures I had seen were still somewhat distant, and they were on my phone so I was limited in what I could do with them.

Mrs. Parker was wearing a nightgown. It was a black silk number, and as my hand moved between her legs, the silky fabric slipped between my fingers. Her panties were equally silky, and the thin fabric gave way easily as she pulled it aside with her free hand. I could feel her spreading her legs, and my fingertips could already feel a heat emanating from between them. She pushed my hand down, and my palm was greeted with the feeling of curly hair. The realization of what was happening came crashing down on me. I was feeling a woman’s private area, something I had fantasized about. Something I had jacked off to the idea of. Something that was now happening, and it was happening with someone else’s mom!

She started guiding my fingers down between her lips. They were wet, and her skin was so soft. I could feel her getting more and more excited the closer we got to her opening. She was so warm and wet. She was practically dripping. I could feel her moisture coating my fingers as she used them to rub lightly against her pussy. I was scared that she would stop there because I had no clue what I was doing but she continued pressing my finger into her, and the sensation was amazing.

My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. It was like I was on autopilot, and all I could do was go along for the ride. Mrs. Parker was guiding my finger into her pussy, and as I sunk into her, I could feel her warmth, her wetness. I had never felt anything like it. Her pussy was so hot. My cock was rock hard. She used one hand to guide my hand on her pussy, and the other wrapped itself around my cock again, but she was no longer stroking me, and her attention was now focused on my hand between her legs as she was moving it around, occasionally adjusting her position for comfort.

She pulled my hand back out, and the sensation was incredible. I had been fingering her for less than a minute, but already her juices were all over my fingers. My fingers were covered in her sticky fluids, and when they came out of her, a string of liquid stretched between my middle and pointer fingers. As I looked at it in wonder, she smirked and then put my fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. She licked her own pussy juice off my fingers. The feel of her tongue wrapping around my fingers caused electricity to shoot through my body. My dick was twitching like crazy in her grasp.

I realized this was happening out in the open. I looked over at Steve, but he was munching on popcorn, enraptured by the suspenseful scene on the television. I couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention. I had no clue what was going on. Mrs. Parker removed my fingers from her mouth and placed my hand back between her legs. She resumed her slow stroking and her attention turned back to the screen. She was jerking me slowly, and I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of me and onto her fingers.

My heart was racing and I was having trouble controlling my breathing. She was jerking me off, but based on where she left my hand, it was clear what she wanted me to do. She was being a patient teacher. She had shown me what to do, and now it was my time to perform.

I had never been with a girl, and although I had touched myself countless times, the fact that I was now doing the same to her was mind-blowing. She had been guiding me, helping me find her spot, and now that I was alone, it was my chance to see what I could do. I started rubbing her pussy. I could feel the little bump where her clit was and started focusing my attention on that. She was so wet and soft. Every time I ran a finger over her clit, her hips would push against my fingers slightly, as if welcoming the touch. She adjusted herself and bit her lip, her face forward even as I was staring at her.

Watching her fight back a lustful expression as I fingered her was nearly as hot as touching her pussy. Her legs spread wider, giving me more room. My finger was wet with her juices. I was playing with her clit completely now, rubbing it hard. She was breathing deeply and her hand had sped up on my dick. Her hand was moving so fast, I could see the motion under the blanket as her hand worked up and down. Her fingers were soft and slender, and the grip she had on my cock was tight. I tried to keep back the moans, but it was becoming harder and harder to care.

The feel of her hand was incredible. It was the best handjob I had ever gotten. Well, the last time I got one, I had been standing, and I had been so focused on keeping my knees from buckling that I couldn’t just enjoy it. This time, I had my hands full quite literally, but that only made me more excited.

Mrs. Parker leaned back as she bit her lip to keep from moaning. It looked so fucking hot. Why did I never really see just how sexy Mrs. Parker was before? I had always been oblivious to her charm, but in this moment I saw her as a sexy fox. Her hand was still stroking my cock, but she was lost in her pleasure. I realized I couldn’t hold on either. I was about to cum, and more than that, I was going to moan out loud.

“I’m going to cum!” I whisper.

Mrs. Parker’s hand started jerking me faster and faster. I felt the orgasm coming and the world around me was a blur. Nothing mattered.

All I could see was her face as she moaned out, “Cum for me, baby,”

Those words finally pushed me over the edge. However, as I opened my mouth she shoved her tongue in it. She started kissing me just as I began to cum. My noises became muffled against her mouth, and I realized that she was moaning into my mouth too. Her body was shaking and her legs squeezed tightly around my hand. That pair of us were cumming together. The sensation of her lips against mine, our tongues intertwining was incredible. I could taste a faint mint, and her tongue was smooth and warm. I could feel the passion behind her kiss. It was a hungry passionate kiss, the kind you would see in a movie, and it was happening to me.

I could feel my cum shooting everywhere. It was like a volcano exploding in the sheets. It was probably the strongest I had ever cum, and it was all thanks to Mrs. Parker. Mrs. Parker pulled back and brought her hand out from under the sheets. Her hand was covered in white cum. I felt embarassed, but then I watched as her tongue came out and started licking my cum off her fingers. I had never seen anything so hot in my life. She took her time, licking up every bit of my cum before bringing her hand back down and putting it back around my cock. By that point, my cock had settled quite a bit. I also realized she had opened her legs, but the area between her legs felt wet, and I could smell a musky feminine odor coming from the covers.

“Mom? What are you doing?”

I nearly freaked out when I heard Steve’s voice. I had been lost in my lust. Mrs. Parker was still holding my dick, and my hand was between her legs, although I wasn’t actively touching her. I had not been paying attention to anything from the moment I came. How much did he see? How much was I exposed right now?

“I just thought I’d watch a movie or two with you guys.”

When I looked at Steve’s mom, I was stunned. She was lying back, leaning toward the arm of the couch as if keeping a distance from me. The lewd expression on her face was nowhere to be seen, and she looked every bit like an innocent mom who was just sitting and watching the movie. If her hand wasn’t still wrapped around my cock under the covers, and my hand sandwiched between her thighs, I’d think there was nothing suspicious too.

“Mom, we’re not kids. You don’t need to babysit us.” Steve made a face.

“I know you’re not kids.” Mrs. Parker’s cheeks turned red for a moment. “I’ll just stay until the end of this movie, please?”

“Whatever.” Steve grabbed the plate of appetizers and brought it down to the floor while I let out a breath of relief.

He didn’t know anything. I couldn’t believe it. With all our panting and moaning, he was completely oblivious. I was really relieved. That’s when I felt Mrs. Parker’s chest press against me. I jerked to attention once again.

“Relax. Why don’t you drink? You need to keep your hydration up,” she whispered in my ear, causing shivers down my spine as I felt her hot breath. “I’ll take care of the mess.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but a moment later she went under the covers. I wanted to protest, but that would make a bigger scene and risk alerting Steve. Mrs. Parker’s head was in my lap, and I could feel her tongue, licking up all the mess. I realized I was thirsty, so I grabbed the drink she brought me and took a sip. Immediately I felt a burning sensation as the fruity drink went down. What was that taste? Did Mrs. Parker give me alcohol?

The taste was strong, but it felt kind of warm too. I leaned back and took sips, all while I felt her licking me down below. It was a surreal experience. Steve was in front, totally oblivious. Mrs. Parker was down there, sucking on my cock, taking time to lick and kiss it as if worshipping it. When her head popped back out from under the blankets, she had a smile on her face, and her eyes were a bit watery. She gave me a peck on the lips and leaned back.

“That was good. You did a good job,” she told me.

“You too, Mrs. Parker,” I replied, not sure what else to say.

She gave me a mischievous smile, “I already said, call me Savannah.”

I blushed at the suggestion but could not come up with a response before Steve spoke. “The movie’s over. I got to piss.”

He didn’t even look out way as he stood up, scratched himself, and headed for the bathroom.

“I need to pee too,” I realized.

“Too bad. Wait,” he declared.

Mrs. Parker gave an embarrassed look. “I’m sorry…”

“I-it’s okay.” I shrugged, knowing what Steve was like.

“I’ll get you a fresh blanket.” She picked mine up and folded it in a way I didn’t see the mess left inside.

I quickly put my dick away, zipping up my pants, and she stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I couldn’t help but blush.

“Th-thanks,” I responded, suddenly feeling naked.

She left and then came back with a fresh blanket. She took a look at the bathroom as the toilet flushed, and then at me.

“I’ll leave my door unlocked. When Steve goes to sleep, come inside and we can finish what we started.”

“Y-yes, Mrs… um… Savannah.”

She let out a giggle. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

She looked surprisingly youthful as she practically skipped off to her room. I watched her as her nightgown bounced and I imagined that sexy ass being all mine to do what I wanted. I realized I was getting hard just thinking about it, so I pulled the blanket over myself. At that point, Steve came out. He stopped, looking at me staring down the hallway where his mom had gone.

“Didn’t you have to pee?” he asked grumpily.

“Oh, y-yeah…”

I managed to calm down enough and then went to the restroom. By the time I returned, he already had another movie going. I wasn’t thinking about that though. I was thinking about tonight. I could finally lose my virginity. I’d be fucking Savannah, Mrs. Parker, Steve’s mom… I didn’t know what I preferred to think of her as. I hope I did a good job. I really wanted to last. The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became. I started taking sip after sip of drink. As the burning fruity liquid went down my throat, I found my confidence increasing. I would fuck her. I would point to her tight little pussy!

The more I drank, the more determined I became. All I needed was for Steve to go to sleep. Yet, another movie ended, and he put a third one on. I had finished the glass she gave me too. I just had to stay up longer than him. Why was I so sleepy? The room seemed to be spinning a bit. Lying my head on the couch, the room didn’t spin so much. Also, I could faintly smell her lust on the sheets. It invigorated me for this night of fucking we were going to have… just after… I closed my eyes… for a bit.

I woke up to a screeching alarm and a throbbing headache.

“Lucas! You’re mom’s here,” I heard Steve yell.

“Huh? What?” I sat up, and then immediately felt nauseous.

My head was pounding, and my stomach was churning.

“Honey, I was just passing by so I thought I’d come early and take you to school.” I heard Mom’s voice.

I stood up, looking bleary-eyed toward Mom.

“Oh, my, you don’t look so good.” Mom declared.

“We were up all night eating snacks and watching movies,” Steve declared.

Mom gave me a stern look. “On a school night? Lucas, you should know better.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Meijer. Did we do something wrong? I guess Lucas doesn’t know his limits.” He declared and then looked over at me with a hidden sneer.

I was still confused, especially with the headache, but as I gathered all my stuff, my brain finally started working a bit. It was a school night, and I realized the other reason he had wanted to have a snack-filled movie-thon. He wanted my mom to see me sick and tired. Once she saw how bad sleepovers at his place turned out, then she wouldn’t let me have any more sleepovers at his place. He had set me up. Well, I didn’t think it was snacks and staying up late that made me feel this way. I got a drink of water and started to feel well enough that I could make it to Mom’s car.

I only noticed Mrs. Parker standing there with her arms crossed as I got into the passenger seat. She looked at me with a somewhat pouty unhappy expression, and that’s when the previous night came returning in a flood. I was supposed to go to her room and have sex, but I had ended up passing out before Steve. Not only had I stood up Mrs. Parker, but I had given up my chance to have sex for the first time. I felt like a complete idiot. How did I let this happen?