Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 18

“Get up! It’s school time!”

“Mmm…”

“Honey, ten minutes.”

“Gmmm…”

“Lucas, now!” The door opened and my light was turned on.

“I’m up!”

I sat up, but in truth, I felt like I had been hit by a bus. My head was throbbing, and my brain was barely working. I hadn’t even had time to worry about homework the previous night. Between football practice and Mrs. Anderson’s chores, I had been more physically exhausted than I had in years. I felt like I could sleep for the entire weekend, but sadly it was only Thursday. I peeled myself out of bed, but then I heard my stepdad’s voice rushing me to move faster.

“You’re going in two minutes, even if you’re in your pajamas.” He roared from downstairs, too lazy to come up to my room.

I hastily put something on, grabbed my phone, and then ran down the stairs. I didn’t even get anything to eat before being rushed out the door. Mom drove me to high school, and it was only once she pulled up that I noticed there weren’t a lot of people there. I looked at the clock.

“We’re fifteen minutes early!” I cried out.

“Sorry, honey, my job wants us early for a pre-shift meeting.” Mom gave me a helpless smile.

I knew there was something suspicious about being suddenly woken up. I looked around in annoyance. I was already fed up with this place. Well, things weren’t as bad as they once were. The rumors of me dating Stephanie had spread, and no bully wanted to touch me anymore.  Then there was Mrs. Smith, whom I had caught sexting her husband. My English teacher Ms. Barnett was also surprisingly fun to tease. Maybe, it was about time that my attitude about school began to change.

I headed into the school with renewed confidence. My first class was Spanish, and that teacher was enjoyable to look at too. After experiencing so many events with older women, the barrier in my mind that kept me from seeing them sexually had come down, and suddenly, I could think things that I once wouldn’t dare to think.

Ms. Gonzalez was attractive, and I looked forward to appreciating her body fully. While she wasn’t quite as beautiful as Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Barnett, who were the top adult beauties of the school, she was still pretty, and she made up for any deficiencies because she had a really large chest, a slim waist, and a big butt. She had a classic voluptuous figure that Latinas were known for.

I decided to head straight to her class. Technically, we weren’t supposed to enter until five minutes before the bell rang, but there were always students running errands in the morning, and if you walked with enough confidence, no one asked you silly questions. I was brimming with confidence, so none of the teachers even looked my way twice.

If I was fifteen minutes before class, Ms. Gonzalez would have no room to complain about whether I was on time or not. Plus, I had to admit that I was a bit curious about talking to her alone. After my experiences with Mrs. Smith and Ms. Barnett, I was curious if Ms. Gonzalez was the closeted pervert type or the easily flustered type like her two coworkers.

I entered her room, ready to flirt with my unsuspecting Spanish teacher, but I regretfully discovered that she was absent. Her room was empty, and the lights were off. The only light came from her laptop sitting on her desk. I sighed, feeling disappointed, but I could wait until she arrived. However, as I was passing her desk, a thought struck me. What if I looked at her laptop?

I wanted to get an idea of what kind of woman Ms. Gonzalez was, and what better way than to peek? I had essentially done the same to Mrs. Conner when I looked at her phone, as well as Mrs. Smith when I peeked into that closet. Invading someone’s privacy was the best way to get to the truth of their character.

Bolstered by my recent success, I didn’t even think about the potential consequences. I’d just check. Worst case scenario, her laptop is locked and I can’t access anything anyway. That was honestly what I expected. Yet, when I touched her computer, I was shocked to see it immediately open up. I couldn’t help but shake my head. She didn’t have any security at all. I could only shake my head. What if someone with bad intentions got on her laptop?

I couldn’t help but grin as I clicked an icon. I meant to look at her internet history. However, what popped up was her emails. I had to take a peek. There was nothing that stood out to me until I saw the title, “Is Julie’s baby yours?”. I had to click on it.

Sweetie,

I’ve heard rumors that your wife is pregnant. I thought you said you were going to leave her. How can we run off together if you plan to start a family with her? Haven’t I been a good mistress? I kept our relationship secret from everyone. Even my close friends don’t know. If you don’t decide which one of us you want, I might just tell everyone the truth!

I had to check twice, but this email was addressed to Mr. Smith. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the principal and vice-principal of the school. They had started off as coworkers, but eventually  fell in love and got married. That was the school’s secret love story. Everyone tacitly approved and allowed them to work together because they always remained professional at school. Well, that’s what everyone thought, but I caught Mrs. Smith sexting her husband’s naughty pictures during school hours.

If they were exchanging naughty pictures, what else might they be doing during school? This was why Mrs. Smith was desperate to silence me, and I didn’t go out of my way to cause her trouble. Even if I could prove what I saw, who would I report to, her husband? He wouldn’t just bury it, but he would make my life a living hell too.

As much as Mrs. Smith cared about the students, Mr. Smith was a complete tool. The vice-principal was a sexy and pleasing side the school showed to the parents, but the principal was the bastard center. He was a complete asshole, an uncompromising dickhole who made most of our lives a living hell. Did you think that I had never reported any of the bullying I received? I had reported it several times, but it always ended up on Mr. Smith’s desk, and not only would he bury it, but he’d attack me too. After being threatened with suspension if I kept slandering “good students”, I stopped trusting authority completely.

Mrs. Smith had initially tried to shut down the bullying at the school, but at some point, after they married, she had started looking the other way. I was sure it was something he did. He was a ‘let boys be boys’ kind of asshole. Now, there was an email suggesting he was having an affair. I realized he had left a response. It had only arrived a short time ago. I quickly read it.

Penelope,

I must once again remind you to not use the school email for personal matters. I don’t appreciate your veiled threats. Don’t forget, that I overlooked your incredibly questionable history to allow you to work here. Few high schools are willing to higher the star of “Big Booty Latinas” and “Whores over the Boarder” like I have. It would do well for you to not bite the hand that feeds you. Without me, you’d still be selling your body.

Sincerely,

Mr. Smith

See? What an asshole. He was even rude to Ms. Gonzalez, threatening her with… wait, what? I reread the email. It took me another moment for it to all click. Does Ms. Gonzalez do porn? No, she had done porn. It’d be past tense.

I had stumbled onto the juiciest news in the school. This was such a system shock. Not only was the principal a horndog who solicited pictures from his pregnant wife, but he was also banging the Spanish teacher, whom he was simultaneously blackmailing with her former career as a porn star! Any one of those secrets was enough to send the school into anarchy. Forget the pregnancy pact a few years ago. This would cause the school to implode.

“Cool it… pics or it didn’t happen.”

I was a quick learner, and if I had no evidence, I might as well be lying. I screenshotted all the emails, including a few that were the pair of them just talking dirty to each other, and sent them to my phone. Just as I was cleaning up the evidence in the send folder, I noticed an email she sent had a video embedded in it. I couldn’t help but click it.

“Ahhhn… siiii… siii… papi… estoy tan mojada pensando en ti.”

There was an ass waving in the screen, and then some guy came in with a dick a little smaller than mine and slid it between her wet cheeks.

“Es tan grande!” She moaned as he slid it in.

The voice was unmistakable, although I recognized that shapely ass too. It was none other than Ms. Gonzalez. She was a bit younger, but that voice and body were unmistakable. She had been a porn star. Although my experience with porn might be less than most guys, I had seen enough to recognize that it was the production value of a legitimate studio recording.

At that moment, I heard the door shut with a click. I nearly jumped as I turned to the side. Ms. Gonzalez was staring at me. When ended up staring at each other for a lingering period, where the only sound was her moans and the wet slapping of the man’s balls as he plowed her from behind. I grabbed my mouth and tried to turn off the link. It took me three times because my hand was shaking. Once silence filled the room, it honestly felt a worse.

“Why are you here early?” Gonzalez asked in her thick, sexy Spanish accent.

“My… Mom dropped me off early.” As soon as I said it, I felt like an idiot.

I couldn’t meet her eyes. I couldn’t believe I had gotten so carried away that I had been caught.

“Why are you on my laptop?”

“An inappropriate video started playing. I merely followed the noise.” I lied, still looking away.

“I see…” She walked up to me, and even though I refused to look at her, I could see her body and chest in my peripheral vision.

“Levantese,” she ordered.

I stood up, taking a step to the side. She cleared her throat and then sat down in her chair. She started to click on her tablet. She was probably trying to see what I had accessed besides the video. She wanted to know how much I knew. I took a step away, planning to retreat to my seat, or better yet, the bathroom.

“¡No tan rapido!”

I froze, not sure what else to do. I usually only understood every tenth word she said, but now that I had been caught, I was ultra-focused, and every word was as clear as day.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, Mr. Meijer, but I assure you that you’re mistaken.” She spoke in a serious tone. “You would be better off calladito.”

There was a clear threat in her tone. She didn’t ask nicely like Mrs. Smith at all. Instead, she chose to threaten me. Had this been the old me, I would have eagerly agreed and cowered away. However, I didn’t see women, or adults, in the same way anymore. Instead of cowering me, I felt a renewed sense of rage. The guilt I felt before might have led me to listen had she been nice about it, but now that guilt was gone.

I had looked at her laptop. So what? She was the idiot who left it without a password in her unlocked room with her most confidential stuff. She was the whore who did porn and then wanted to wreck marriages for her fun.

“See what kind of stuff?” I asked, not looking back. “That you and Mr. Smith are having an affair behind the pregnant Mrs. Smith’s back?”

“Ah!” She cried out.

“Maybe, it’s the sexting and pornography that you two exchange on school grounds during school hours using school accounts. Is that what I should keep secret?” I turned back, my voice raising a bit.

“L-lucas…” Although she had a tanned complexion, she looked nearly white.

“Or is it your former career as a porn star that you want me to keep secret?” I asked, no longer lowering my voice. “There are just so many secrets to choose from. One of them might accidentally slip if I’m not clear on things.”

Ms. Gonzalez no longer looked at me with an expression of smug condescension. I was no longer a little kid she could gaslight and boss around. She was shaking slightly, looking at me with worry and fear. It felt nice to not be disregarded. It felt nice being treated like an adult. I didn’t hate that much at all. I stared at her unblinking, not giving away that my heart was beating a mile a minute. A lot of my insides were screaming, demanding that I stop while I was ahead, but I shut those impulses down.

Where had those thoughts gotten me all these years? They had left me getting bullied by everyone. As soon as I started asserting myself, I had my room back, my smartphone, not to mention the number of girls. That reminded me, I hadn’t checked my text messages in days. However, before I could deal with that, I had to deal with Ms. Gonzalez.

She finally broke her gaze away, a look of defeat on her face. “What do you want?”

I chuckled, walking over to her. “You’re a pornstar. Do I have to spell it out for you?”

I reached out and grabbed her chest. I had already shown my dick to Mrs. Smith, and I had faced no repercussions. When it came to Ms. Gonzalez, she had done considerably worse, and she wasn’t a closet pervert like Mrs. Smith. She was a complete pervert who sent videos of her being done by other men.

Every guy in school had fantasized about touching her tits. She always wore blouses that showed a good deal of cleavage. People wondered why the principal never did anything about it, but now the answer was obvious. However, I was the student who finally got to grab her big tits. Even if she hit my hand away a second later, I’d still be a school legend. It was only a shame I could never prove it. At least, she would never admit it.

To my surprise though, Ms. Gonzalez didn’t move to stop me at all. She merely stood there, closing her eyes. Since she didn’t stop me, I grew bolder. My hands slid into her cleavage and then scooped out her boobs. They were heavy. They were a lot larger than they looked, and her bra was a miracle worker. If I had to lift those things all day, I would be sore. I had thought Mrs. Parker had the biggest tits, but Ms. Gonzalez was even larger.

I squeezed them hard, my thumbs fingering her nipples. I had a clear view of her chest. Seeing her tits popped out of her dress was extremely hot. It filled me with desire. Ms. Gonzalez seemed to pretend she was anywhere but here. I couldn’t blame her. I had exposed her dirty secret, and now I was manhandling her breasts. Her nipples were hard. They were very large and erect. I could pinch them, and she would squirm.

The thought of having my way with my Spanish teacher excited me greatly. I wanted to take this to the next step. As my pants started to grow into a massive tent. I grabbed her hand and put it on my dick. Her hand felt it for a second and then wrapped around the shaft, unable to touch her fingers on the other side.

“Ay dios mío.” Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at my crotch in disbelief. “Why does a boy your age have a porn star dick?”

I didn’t know what she meant. Was that what you called an average dick? After all, my dick wasn’t that much bigger than the ones I had seen in a porno. Maybe she meant because I was circumcised. Most porn dicks were circumcised, at least from what I had seen. I was just about to ask her, but the five-minute bell rang. She cried out, immediately pulling away and putting her enormous chest back in her blouse. She saw me watching her and blushed.

“After school,” she declared. “We will… finish after.”

For some reason, she didn’t look as reluctant as she had before.

“Um, I have football practice…”

“I’ll write you an excuse! Go!” She shushed me away, afraid that the first people who came in would notice something. “I’ll see you here after school.”

My dick didn’t grow hard and soft that easily, so I was still sporting a massive erection. I went and sat down so it wasn’t obvious. All of my exhaustion from this morning was completely gone. Meanwhile, Mrs. Gonzalez checked her hair, blouse, and makeup in the mirror. She finished up just as the door opened and students let themselves in. She snapped the mirror shut and greeted them all in Spanish.

As for me, my mind was elsewhere. “Tonight… huh?”