Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 17

“H-hello, Coach.” Ms. Barnett stiffened as soon as she saw him.

Coach Rex’s eyes went to me. “You, you’re late again. Go get to practice.”

“Yes!” I responded, running into the locker room.

Just before the door closed, I heard Ms. Barnett taking responsibility for why I was late. With the chance to calm down while changing, I realized what happened. We had this entire conversation, almost like we were flirting. Ms. Barnett usually seemed so inapproachable, but she was like a cute bunny today.

I finished changing and then went out the door. I only took a step before I stopped short. “Ah! Danielle?”

“Lucas?” She looked relieved. “You’re here. I didn’t see you out on the field. My mom is picking us up today, remember?”

I smiled, looking her up and down. “Yeah, I remember.”

I didn’t see where the coach or Ms. Barnett went off to, but the locker room area was slightly private, and there was no one else who could see us where we were standing. Danielle seemed to squirm a bit under my look.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Did you do stuff during the seven minutes in heaven with that guy at Steve’s party?” I asked.

I didn’t know why that was the question that came out. It had been sitting on my mind though. He had said she sucked his dick, and she had acted very embarrassed once she left the pool house. I knew Steve would never have the guts to ask her, but I was really curious.

“That…” She looked away. “Didn’t you do stuff with Stephanie? R-rumor is that you f-fingered her.”

So, that was what she was telling people? Just thinking about it caused me to gag. However, another more pleasant thought came flooding in, and that was me and Mrs. Parker as I fingered her pussy, and she jacked me off. I couldn’t help but smirk a bit.

“I didn’t,” I said, realizing my expression may cause her to assume something.

She looked up suspiciously. “Really?”

“She’s not my type,” I responded looking at my fingers casually.

“What is your type?” She asked cautiously.

I furrowed my brow and then smiled. “I like… a mature woman.”

She blinked as I turned and walked away. I noticed her looking down at her body, specifically her chest, and frowning. She wasn’t convinced, but I didn’t care all that much what Danielle thought. I noticed that she had dodged the question when I asked about her sucking that guy off. It probably meant that she did. It seemed the rumors about her being a whore were true. I didn’t want anything to do with her.

Unfortunately, I still had to deal with her because of her mother. Plus, I was sure getting closer to her would annoy the hell out of Steve, and that gave me a bit of pleasure too, so it wasn’t like I was going to ignore her or something. I’d be nice to her and treat her like always. I just wasn’t nervous or intimidated by her presence anymore. In a way, I had grown up too. I didn’t want to play those childish high school games when I had a woman at home. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What the hell are you smirking at?” Daryl saw me as I walked out onto the field.

“Your mom,” I responded without missing a beat.

“You little shit.” He grabbed onto my uniform.

“Daryl!”

His eyes widened and he quickly let go of me, turning to see his mom walking across the field toward where the guys were doing their sprints.

“M-mom? You’re early!” Daryl cried out.

“I thought I’d come watch you today.” Mrs. Conner looked at her son, jutting out her lower lip as if she was pleading.

“Yeah, whatever, I guess…” Daryl looked embarrassed, quickly grabbing his helmet and running back to the field.

Several of his teammates watching made hoots and hollers at him, rubbing it in as he did a walk of shame. It was fairly satisfying to see. Mrs. Conner walked over to me. She had an iced coffee in her hand which she sipped as she turned around. It looked like she had just chosen the spot her son had been to watch him, but I noticed she was standing right next to me.

“You… deleted those images, right?” Mrs. Conner spoke quietly, not making eye contact with me.

I suddenly realized why she showed up. We had only been texting a short while ago and I inadvertently revealed I had seen her naked body. She said we needed to talk in person, and so she came to football practice under the guise of watching her son so she could talk to me.

“I-I haven’t,” I admitted.

“Lucas, those were left on the phone by accident. They were images for my husba- never mind. I’m already really embarrassed. Please don’t make this worse for me.”

I felt a bit bad at her words. Although I hated her son with a passion, she had been nothing but nice to me. She had even offered to help me if I ever needed it. She also knew my dad intimately, which gave me the desire to learn more about him from her.

“I-”

“Lucas!” Coach Rex’s voice came from nowhere, causing me to jump. “First, you’re late, now you’re on the sidelines watching everyone else practice? Twenty laps, now!”

“Y-yes coach!”

Although I still had complex feelings about Coach Rex, while I was part of the football team, I was still going to treat him with respect. I gave Mrs. Conner an apologetic look and then started running. I was glad to see that Stephanie didn’t come to this practice. Perhaps, she thought it was too boring. I began my practice in good spirits, but they didn’t last long.

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was late or because Coach Rex saw me with Ms. Barnett, but he was riding my ass the entire practice. By the time I was done, I felt like throwing up and I was covered in sweat. I hadn’t had a workout that hard in years. I collapsed in the grass, trying to catch my breath.

“Mom?” I heard Daryl say.

“In a second, sweetie.” I could see Mrs. Conner heading toward me, while Daryl was waiting in his minivan with the rest of the team.

I sat up as she approached. She seemed to be focused on approaching me, likely to tell me to delete the images again before she left. She suddenly slowed to a stop a few steps from me.

“Hey, Lucas. You ready to go?” I turned to see a smiling Mrs. Anderson looking down at me.

Behind her, Danielle was standing, looking a bit embarrassed that her mom had left the car to come get me.

“Sorry!” I stood up. “I-I haven’t showered.”

Mrs. Anderson’s smile seemed to grow. “It’s fine, you can shower later. Didn’t I tell you that you’d sweat?”

“Y-yeah…” I nodded, feeling a bit awkward under her stare.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a chance to cool off.” Mrs. Anderson glanced at the other woman standing a few steps away. “Hmm? Oh, Diana? What are you doing here?”

“Hello, Hailey.” Mrs. Conner’s expression looked tense. “I was just seeing if, um… Lucas needed a ride today. I forgot you were taking him.”

“Oh? Well, then, no worries. I’ll be taking Lucas.” She smiled sweetly.

“Yeah…” Mrs. Conner shot me a look before sighing and walking back to the minivan.

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or happy that we weren’t able to talk. She could still text me if she wanted to, but I didn’t dare open my phone again until I was alone. I didn’t want another incident like with Ms. Barnett. If Mrs. Anderson chose to read my texts, I wasn’t sure I could cope.

“Come on, Lucas.”

I got to my feet and then followed Mrs. Anderson and Danielle. When I reached the car they were getting in, I couldn’t help but double-take. It was rare for Mrs. Anderson to pick up Danielle. She usually got rides from other people, including Mrs. Conner or Steve. Thus, I had never seen her car. It was a convertible Corvette. There were only three seats, all upfront.

“Didn’t I say you could cool off?” Mrs. Anderson laughed as she got into the driver’s seat. “Here, you sit in the middle.”

I glanced at Danielle, but she had her head down. It felt awkward, but I still got in. When Danielle got in, I found myself sandwiched between her and her mother. If I knew things were going to end up like this, I would have had my mom drive me or even gone with Mrs. Conner. That was all the time I had for thought before she peeled out of the school parking lot.

It turned out that Mrs. Anderson was very heavy-footed when it came to driving. She took the corner and the wheels squealed. I found myself leaning against Danielle.

“S-sorry!” I cried, trying but failing to keep my sweaty body off of Danielle.

“No, it’s my fault, I thought she’d take the church van,” Danielle whispered back.

“Eh? Why would you want to drive around in that old thing?” Mrs. Anderson straightened the car and I finally peeled myself off of Danielle. “Besides, Daddy bought me this car. It’d be a sin if I didn’t drive it.”

“D-daddy?” I asked.

“Ah! N-not dad… my grandparents,” Danielle quickly corrected. “They’re loaded.”

“Hmph… you really should spend more time with them,” Mrs. Anderson remarked. “They all but cut me off when I married your father. They thought it was foolish that I dated a preacher. If you marry, kids, never marry for love.”

“Mooom.” Danielle glared at her.

“What would you marry for, then?” I asked randomly.

She smirked. “Hmm, probably proper equipment.”

“Equipment?”

She bit her lip, glancing down at my lap and then quirking an eyebrow.

“Mom!” Danielle looked embarrassed.

I still wasn’t quite sure what she meant. Did she mean the car? I supposed a guy with a nice car did get the girls. Our conversation didn’t go on any longer because we arrived at the church. Mrs. Anderson pulled into the church parking lot as aggressively as she left the school. The parking lot was empty though, and there was no one to wince as she burned rubber coming to a stop again.

“Where are you going?” Mrs. Anderson asked as we left the car.

Danielle was following us toward the church. “Ah, I thought…”

“You probably have homework. Get that done first,” she demanded. “Don’t worry, your little boyfriend will still be here when you get back.”

“He’s not my…” She blushed, looking at me once before turning and running to the house located on the other side of the parking lot from the church.

“Silly girl.” Mrs. Anderson shook her head. “Come on, I have work for you.”

Mrs. Anderson took me down to the basement once again. I looked around anxiously, noticing the church was completely abandoned except for her and me. If I had this kind of space with Mrs. Parker, we might have already gone all the way. Mrs. Anderson opened up a door. It was a classroom, but it was full to the brim with stuff.

“We need this room for bible study classes. I need you to get all of this stuff and then move it upstairs into the attic,” she declared.

I looked at the dusty room, and then I looked at her. “Really?”

“Chop chop!” She smirked. ” Don’t worry, if you work hard, I’ll give you a treat.”

She turned and walked away. Once she left, I was alone in the basement. I wasn’t sure what I expected when she said she wanted me to work, but I wasn’t expecting this. I could only sigh and start grabbing boxes.

I started by moving them out of the room and stacking them neatly outside. There were so many of them. I lost count after about twenty, but there were countless more. They were dusty and heavy, but they were not filled with much. Once I moved them out, I opened them up and saw everything from Christmas decorations to discarded hymn books. Once I had a good batch waiting at the stairway, I brought them upstairs. I realized I had never seen the attic before, and Mrs. Anderson hadn’t shown me where it was. I put the box I was holding down and then headed to the office.

As I approached, I could hear her talking on the phone.

“Yeah? Uh-huh…” I was just about to knock and announce my presence when I heard something that caused me to freeze in my tracks. “When you say that, you make me so wet.”

My finger froze an inch from the doorway. I must have misheard her. Maybe, Mrs. Anderson was talking about something else?

“What am I wearing? A skirt… no underwear… uh huh… what are you going to do to me?”

I stepped back, my mind working furiously. This was her husband, right? Was she having phone sex with her husband? If that was the case, then it was inappropriate for me to overhear.

“No, I’m in the office, but no one is around. I tell my husband I need to work at the church on Wednesdays and I can do whatever I want.” She paused and then giggled. “I have a boy in the basement.”

This wasn’t her husband? I really shouldn’t be listening to this. I was about to turn away, but hearing her talk about me caused me to pause a bit longer.

“You might like him…. he’s a little cute. However, it’s not that part of his anatomy that has me hot and bothered.” She continued to giggle. “Yeah… I’m gonna try to get a look today. You interested?”

My mind grew even more confused. Who was she even talking to? How was I involved in this?

Ding. Ding. The front door of the church had a bell, so when it opened it’d ring the office.

“I’ll call you back, someone’s up front.” I realized that Mrs. Anderson was coming out.

I quickly fled back to my box. As I reached the main lobby, I stopped short as Danielle was standing there.

“Lucas?” She frowned as I stopped short in front of her.

“I don’t know where the attic is!” I spoke, nearly stumbling over my words.

A head peaked out of the office. “Danielle? What are you doing?”

“I’m done with homework!” Danielle turned to her mom. “I was going to help Lucas with his work.”

“Lucas can do his work.” She frowned, coming out from the back office. “If you’re done, I have other tasks for you.”

I tried to avoid looking at her skirt. She said she wasn’t wearing panties. She had to be lying, right? I didn’t see any seams or anything, but that was normal, right?

“R-really?” Danielle looked disappointed.

“Lucas, what are you doing?” Mrs. Anderson looked at me suspiciously.

“I need to know where the attic is…”

She pointed to a door as she grabbed her daughter. “Stairways behind that door. It’s not locked.”

“Right… thanks…”

She walked off, whispering to her daughter. I grabbed the box and brought it up to the attic. By the time I came back down, both girls were gone. I then proceeded to run up and down two flights of stairs with various boxes. I might have been better off, but I had already been through Coach’s grueling training. By the time I was finishing the last box, I was barely standing, and the sun was starting to set. As I sat on the front step, pulling out my phone to call Mom, Mrs. Anderson materialized from nowhere.

“You did a good job.” She smiled. “Now, it’s time for your reward.”

“Ah, thanks, but I can just call my mom. She’s supposed to pick me up.”

“She’s already called,” Mrs. Anderson informed me. “She had an emergency. She won’t be able to pick you up. I’ll drive you home, but not until you’ve cleaned up. If I brought you home looking like that, your mother would not be happy.”

I looked down. I had been carrying and hauling boxes, so there was a good deal of sweat, dirt, and grime on me. That entire room had been full of dust, and I had sneezed so many times my nose was even red. I was going to ask her how she got a hold of my mom, but I realized that it was probably through the church. My mom was always busy, so it wasn’t surprising she couldn’t pick me up.

“Okay…”

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She gestured, bringing me back down to the basement.

She took me to a different room. It was the baptism tub that she had mentioned previously. It didn’t look like a baptism tub though. It was full of water and the water was bubbling. She had described it as a hot tub, and I realized she wasn’t far off.

“Should I bathe here?” I asked awkwardly.

“Don’t worry. No one will bother you.” She smiled. “I’ve bathed in it countless times. It washes all of your sins away. Give me your clothes and I’ll wash them too.”

She held out her hand, waiting as if she wanted me to strip right in front of her. I remembered her phone call where she said she was going to get a look. Did she mean she wanted to see me naked? I looked around the room and then decided there wasn’t another option. I was a bit uncomfortable with the idea of being naked in front of her. She had a look of anticipation as I unbuttoned my pants. I wasn’t aroused. I had done a lot of physical labor and was quite tired. When I stripped my boxers off, I was hanging flaccid.

She reached forward and touched my penis, her hands feeling cool against my skin. It was unexpected, and I immediately jerked away.

“W-what are you doing?” I looked at her, confused.

“Oh, sorry,” she responded nonchalantly. “I was seeing if you were circumcised or not.”

“I am!” I declared.

“Good. Then you can take a bath without any worries.”

She held out her hand again. After a brief moment of hesitation, I handed her my clothes. She watched me as I got into the tub. She wasn’t looking at my dick, but I was a bit worried about getting an erection. Fortunately, the water was nice and relaxing, and it wasn’t long before I was able to sit back and relax.

“I’ll be back with a towel,” she said as she turned and walked out.

I immersed myself in the hot water. Mrs. Anderson had been right. It felt really relaxing. After a day like I had, I needed it. My eyes fluttered closed and opened several times. I didn’t know how long it had been, but Mrs. Anderson came back.

“Hey, Lucas.” She was smirking. “I’m really impressed.”

“Huh?” I looked up.

“I’m impressed that you can stay awake.” She laughed.

I realized I had almost dozed off. The warm water had relaxed me to the point that I was nearly asleep.

“Thanks for letting me use the tub.”

“No problem.” She held out a towel. “Your clothes are clean.”

I got out and dried off. Once again, she didn’t leave and watched me the entire time I dressed. When I was done, she brought me to the car and drove me home. This time, her car top was up, so I didn’t get cold with wet hair. She drove me home.

“I look forward to seeing you again next week,” she said as I got out of the car.

“R-right… thanks.”

When I entered the house, I wasn’t sure if I was more hungry or more tired. Dinner had already passed by, but Mom greeted me with a plate.

“You look tired, honey,” Mom said as I ate leftovers from dinner.

“I’m exhausted,” I admitted. “Coach and Mrs. Anderson both worked me hard.”

“Next time, you don’t need to stay so late with Mrs. Anderson if you don’t want to.”

“What do you mean? You had an emergency.”

“Hm? What emergency,” Mom asked.

“Um, nothing, never mind.”

My mind was pretty foggy, but I was sure Mrs. Anderson said I had to stay later because of an emergency. I didn’t know what she wanted with me, and that left me even more confused. What was her deal? With those thoughts, I headed to bed. I didn’t even have a chance to check my messages until the next morning.