Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 16

“Are you doing alright?” Mom asked.

“I’m doing fine,” I responded, trying not to sound as miserable as I felt.

“You… probably want to know what your stepfather and I discussed right?”

I shook my head. “It’s not my business.”

“Well, either way, I want you to know. We agreed to get couples counseling. We also had a lot of discussion regarding Jenna.”

“R-really?” I tilted my head to listen better.

“Jenna now has a curfew now.”

“Oh…”

She chuckled a bit. “She’ll be given an ultimatum. If she wants to continue to work at a bar with unsavory people, then she won’t be able to live under our roof. Also… her ability to date…”

She stopped for a moment, causing me to lean forward. “Yeah?”

“Will be dependent on you.”

“Huh?”

“She can only go on a date… if you go on a date.”

I blinked. “I don’t know, this…”

“I wouldn’t worry about it so much. Don’t feel pressured to go on dates or anything. Unless… do you have a girlfriend?”

I was going to say no, but then I remembered Stephanie. “Um, yeah.”

“Really?” Mom seemed to be surprised. “Who is she? Do I know her?”

“I-I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Sorry.” She blushed. “The point is that we’re not going to hold you back from dating. You’re welcome to go on dates. Oh, and your door has a lock on it again. I reason what happened the night before last wouldn’t have happened if Carl hadn’t removed your lock in the first place.”

“I see…”

It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy. It just all felt like so much at once. There was a time I would have been through the roof for everything she said. However, my true girlfriend was Mrs. Parker, and it wasn’t like I could bring her around to meet the parents. In a way, that made my fake relationship with Stephanie even more important.

“Oh, we’re here. Tell me about your girlfriend when you get home.” Mom waved.

“I will,” I agreed as I got out of the car, but that was when I remembered something. “Oh, I have the church thing tonight. Mrs. Anderson said she was going to pick me up.”

“Oh! That’s right… I almost forgot about that.” Mom looked slightly reluctant. “Do you want to go?”

Thinking that I might have a chance to hang out with Danielle, I felt a little excited. Originally, I had lost all interest in her, but that was before. Her relationship with Steve wasn’t as solid as he acted like it was. Perhaps, if I wasn’t banging his mom, I wouldn’t have the guts to pursue her, but now that even my parents were allowing me to date, I no longer had anything holding me back.

“I don’t mind.” I tried to play it cool.

Mom gave me a look but then nodded. “Alright, well, you have your phone now, so let me know if I need to pick you up later.”

“I will.” I nodded, pulling out my phone as if I needed to show her.

As she drove off, I noticed I had a text message. I had never exchanged messages with anyone before, so I was a little surprised. When I looked at the message, I almost dropped my phone.

Hotmomma: You big meanie. You didn’t come last night.

I started typing a response, but then I changed it.

Lucas: Savannah?

Hotmomma: You like this name? I programmed it in your phone last night while you were sleeping! *pout*

I blushed as I thought about that.

Lucas: I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I started getting dizzy and fell asleep. I woke up this morning with a throbbing headache.

Hotmomma: Oh! Oops! That was… I’m sorry. I should have told you the drink had alcohol in it. I just poured something from one of my husband’s old bottles. I thought it’d just loosen us up a bit. I forgot you’ve probably never been drunk before…

Lucas: It’s fine! I’ve drunk lots of times!

I wasn’t sure why I lied. I just didn’t want her to see me as a child.

Hotmomma: Is that so? In that case, don’t you have to take responsibility?

I frowned.

Lucas: What do you mean?

The next thing that arrived caused me to cover my phone and look around in terror. Thankfully, Mom had already driven away, and it was still early enough that there was no one near me. I carefully looked at the photo again. It was a woman’s chest. Her face was blocked by her shirt, which she was lifting to show her bare breasts. It was Mrs. Parker’s tits. They were large and had just a bit of sag. There was pale skin and pointy nipples.

Hotmomma: Now you need to send me something to get me through the day.

Lucas: Like what?”

I knew I was playing dumb, but I couldn’t help myself.

Hotmomma: I want a picture of your dick.

I gulped as I looked down at her request. Mrs. Parker was crazy, but it was a kind of crazy that turned me on. She wanted to exchange naughty photos. That was easy for her at home, but I was at school! However, thinking about her lonely at home with a picture of my dick, it turned me on. I knew that I had to do it. I checked the phone’s clock and found I still had about ten minutes before the bells rang.

Shoving my phone in my pocket, I immediately headed into school. There was no way I would do it outside. My only chance was the bathroom. There was no doubt in my mind that I had to do this for Savannah. Rather, I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until I’d done so. As I entered the school, I found more and more students waiting around. The halls were filled with students chatting, although they weren’t allowed to head to class until the bell rang.

I hurried into the restroom stall. Luckily, no one was in the bathroom. I pulled out my phone and began unzipping my pants. I didn’t need to do much. My dick was already mostly erect just thinking about Mrs. Parker. I didn’t even need to look at the picture of her tits to get myself ready. The bathroom door opened, and I could hear two voices. I tried my best to remain calm, but the fear was running through my body. I then reminded myself that I was in a bathroom. People walked in and unzipped their pants all the time. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take the picture, because it would make a clicking noise and they’d know someone was taking a picture.

“Did you hear that Couch Rex is fucking Ms. Barnett?” One of the guys asked.

“Really? I thought he was fucking Mrs. Smith.”

“Mrs. Smith has a husband.”

“Yeah, like that would stop the coach.” The two boys laughed.

I stood there with my dick in my hand, praying for them to leave. It felt like they were taking forever. All I could do was listen to them gossip about our teachers and their extracurricular activities. It wasn’t long before the bell rang. They immediately rushed out of the bathroom. I had that much less time. I cursed my luck and quickly took a picture of my dick. I didn’t have time to get the best picture. I just clicked send and put my phone in my pocket. I zipped up and then headed to class, only beating the bell because I skipped going to my locker.

The class went by quickly, but I didn’t dare bring out my cell phone. That was because the message thread would not only contain a picture of her tits but also a picture of my dick. If anyone happened to glance over, it would be a difficult thread to explain. However, I felt my phone buzzing, and by the time I was in my next class, I just couldn’t wait. Thankfully, it was English with Ms. Barnett, and she always started class with fifteen minutes of reading. I brought out my book and then snuck my smartphone into it so that I could check. Almost everyone else did the same thing. Since I never had a phone before, I usually spent this time reading, so I was more like all the other students for once. When I looked at Mrs. Parker’s answer, I was confused.

Othermother: You really are like your dad. Lucas, why did you send me this?

I stared at her message in confusion.

Lucas: I don’t know, you showed me your tits, I thought you wanted me to repay the favor?

Othermother: What? When did I do that?

I frowned, even more confused.

Lucas: You sent it on this phone?

Othermother: What? Wait… no… you saw… oh my god… those weren’t for you. They were for… never mind.

I started getting a bad feeling.

Lucas: Why did you change your name to othermother?

Othermother: Huh? I mean, I thought it might be weird if people knew you had Mrs. Conner as a contact, so I put the first thing that came to my head.

Her words were like a thunderclap. I went back to the beginning of the conversation and realized that between my talking to Mrs. Parker and taking a picture of my junk and sending it, a new message had arrived. Othermother had sent a message.

Othermother: Hey, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. This is my phone number if you ever need anything from me.

That was immediately followed by my dick. I just sent Daryl’s mom an unsolicited dick picture, and even worse, I realized I had unknowingly confessed I had erotic images of her.

Othermother: Lucas, we need to talk about this in person. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea…

I was mortified, I was just about to send another message when the phone left my hand. I let out a cry, and it was enough to draw the eyes of everyone in class. The person who yanked the phone from my hands was none other than Ms. Barnett.

“Hey!” I cried out in surprise.

“This is not what you’re supposed to be doing right now,” Ms. Barnett said in her crisp English accent.

“Read it!” One of the boys cried out, eliciting several chuckles.

“Wait!” I cried out.

“Oh, that is right.” Mrs. Barnett walked to the front of the class with my phone. “I did say if I caught anyone with a phone, I’d read it out in class.”

Everyone in class turned to me and giggled, but my expression was mortified. I watched in seeming slow motion as she opened my phone and looked at it. She scrolled up to the top of the conversation, opened her mouth, and then froze. Her eyes widened, and then her cheeks turned red. She suddenly pulled the phone away, looking at the class like a deer in headlights. I looked at her pleadingly. She looked around the class and then cleared her throat.

“One shouldn’t use so many vulgar curse words in a single sentence. I can barely even read what you wrote. You will report to me after school to get this back.”

Some of the students booed, and others cooed. She put my phone into her drawer. She seemed flustered for a bit, but after a few minutes, class continued as normal. I felt like ice had been dropped down my back though. I had just gotten the phone, and now I had lost it. I wasn’t even sure how I was going to save myself, let alone Mrs. Parker. If they found out I was exchanging such messages with Steve’s mom, my life would be over.

The rest of the day was complete torture. Every class was excruciatingly long. I was used to not having my phone, so it wasn’t just that. It was everything else too.

“What are you doing after school?” Stephanie demanded.

“I have to go get my phone from Ms. Barnett,” I repeated. “I just wanted you to tell Coach that’s why I’ll be late for practice.”

“You have a phone and you haven’t told me the number yet?” She asked, and then let out a sigh and wrote her number down. “Make sure to text me. As your girlfriend, I should have at least this much. Also, don’t forget Friday with my parents!”

“I haven’t forgotten,” I muttered, not feeling like engaging with her even after taking her number.

I probably wouldn’t have a chance to put her number in any way. My life was going to be over. The final bell rang after what felt like an eternity, and I headed to Ms. Barnett’s room. She was sitting at her desk writing something when I walked in. I couldn’t help but check her out. There was a time when my mind never would have gone there. However, after all the things with Mrs. Parker, I no longer had the age blindness I once had. I could recognize beauty from any age, and Ms. Barnett deserved the spot as the hottest teacher in school.

Her appeal was quite a bit different from Mrs. Smith’s. Mrs. Smith’s long legs and heart-shaped hips made her very desirable, but Ms. Barnett’s more balanced and delicate body had its charms too. Barnett was the youngest teacher. She didn’t have a large chest or wide hips, but she had a cuteness to her that appealed to most of the guys. She was only a little bit older than my big sister, and somewhat short, coming out a head under me.

“Lucas.” She opened her drawer and handed me a phone. “I suppose I don’t need to tell you the issue with using your phone during class.”

“I understand!” I responded tightly.

“As far as the image you were exchanging… that is inappropriate. Promise me you won’t do it again.”

“I promise I won’t send any more pictures of my dick.”

She jumped. “That’s yours?”

I blinked. “Y-yeah?”

She looked down, and then her face turned red, and she cleared her throat. “Never mind that. I… let Mrs. Smith know about this incident. She said she’ll talk to you about it when she has time.”

“I – I see…”

She looked at me and then sighed. “If that was you… I’m not going to tell you what you can and can’t send on your own time, but don’t feel pressure to show it, just because girls might be curious.”

“Curious?” I asked.

“Because it’s so…” She coughed. “Just, be practical and modest in the future, okay?”

“I will,” I agreed.

She hadn’t looked into the picture more. She must have thought I was just exchanging random naked images. That meant she probably didn’t see the boobs I got from Mrs. Parker either. I was about to check my phone out, but then Ms. Barnett stood up.

“You have football class today, right? I’ll take you down.”

I knew I couldn’t look through my phone as she left the classroom and joined me on my way to the football field and the adjacent changing rooms. She quietly walked next to me, but occasionally she’d glance over at me. Her eyes seemed to land on my pants more than anything. It was making me feel a bit self-conscious.

“Do you not believe me?” I asked. “Do you want to see it?”

Her face turned red. “N-no! H-how could you ask that?”

It was at times like that I remembered she was only six years older than me. It wasn’t like Mrs. Parker where there was a large gap between us. If we were both adults, no one would look twice at us dating. I never would have thought about things in these terms before. An adult was an adult. However, my outlook had changed, and Ms. Barnett’s cute reactions made me want to tease her a bit more.

I put a hand to my heart and shook my head. “Ms. Barnett, I would never lie. I can prove it if you like.”

She glanced around instinctively and saw no one. We were all alone. Then, she seemed to realize what she was doing and broke into a blush.

She blushed. “N-no. T-that won’t be necessary.”

I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Don’t you want to see my penis?”

“That’s not appropriate…” Her voice quivered a bit.

I raised an eyebrow. “Have you never seen one before?”

She grew flustered. “That’s not true. I saw my boyfriend’s!”

“Oh, you have a boyfriend?” I asked, grinning.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s an ex-boyfriend,” she responded icily.

“Was his dick big, or average size?”

“Lucas, you can’t ask a teach- um, any girl these sorts of questions.”

“Sorry. You seem so nice. I didn’t think you’d have any trouble finding someone.”

“Yeah, well, that’s life. I’m a teacher now, so I don’t have time to worry about such things.” She sighed.

“What about Coach Rex, then?”

“What?” She blinked. “I don’t know what you think you heard about us…”

“You’re going on a date with him this weekend, right?”

“You know about Friday?” She asked in shock. “Ahem… I mean, what two consenting adults do is no business for a child.”

“Can you call me a child after seeing that?” I asked innocently.

Her eyes went back to my crotch, and then she shook her head. “You! What is with you today? You’re always so quiet in class. When did you grow so vulgar?”

Her question was a pretty valid one. I didn’t know where I got the confidence to talk to her like that. Had it been Danielle or even Stephanie, there was no way I could tease her like that. For some reason, Ms. Barnett just seemed very adorable. Since I no longer separated adults and sexual partners in my mind, Ms. Barnet was too cute to leave alone. Furthermore, I felt stressed about Diana and Savannah, and while I was teasing her, I wasn’t thinking about that mess.

“You’re very cute. I think I’m starting to like you a lot.”

I was expecting her to chastise me some more. Instead, she blushed and glanced away.

“T-thank you. That’s very nice of you.”

I was tempted to say ‘any time’ and try to flirt more, but we had arrived at the changing rooms.

“Alright. We’re here. Go on in,” she said.

“Will you join me?” I asked.

“Oooh, you naughty boy!” She pinched my arm.

“Maybe we can shower after?” I asked, laughing.

She turned red, punching my chest angrily, but somehow that made her seem even cuter.

“Ms. Barnett?” She stopped punching me and looked in surprise.

Coach Rex was standing nearby, and he looked rather unhappy.