Oops! I Banged My Bully’s Mom - Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 24
“I can’t wait any longer…”
“Mrs… Parker?”
“It’s Savannah!” Her voice held a bit of a pout.
I looked over at the alarm clock. It was 9 am on Saturday. I was naturally sleeping in, but the phone suddenly rang and I answered it while still half asleep.
“S-sorry, what’s up?” I yawned, sitting up.
“I’m sorry, are you sleeping?” Mrs. Parker asked.
“No…” I lied, stifling another yawn. “I’m up.”
The previous night with Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Williams still felt surreal. I couldn’t believe the things Mrs. Williams said, but it was even more shocking when I remembered the things Mrs. Anderson and I did. I still wondered if I had simply dreamed the whole thing up. Hearing what Mrs. Parker said next sobered me up quickly though.
“I’m so horny right now.”
I sat up, blood immediately flowing in a certain direction. Well, I had already woken up with it stiff, but Mrs. Parker’s words had pushed me into overdrive. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as a thought came to me.
“W-well, what are you wearing?” I gulped, always wanting to ask that question.
“Oh?” Mrs. Parker’s voice lowered. “I’m just wearing a short skirt and a blouse. I’m at home in my room, thinking about you.”
I couldn’t help but gulp, my body growing excited as I imagined her there all alone. Since I had already seen her body a few times, I could imagine it perfectly.
“Are you… t-touching yourself?”
“Maybe…” Her voice came out coyly. “What about you? If you’re anything like my son when I wake him up, you rock hard, right?”
“I am!” I admitted a bit too readily, almost surprised she had guessed right. “How did you know?”
“Mm… my son gets a little tent every morning. How about you?”
“Ah… it’s more… down the side of my leg.” I admitted in embarrassment.
“Well, my son got his father’s little tiny dick. They don’t have a big dick like you. There is probably no room for a tent.” she giggled.
My eyes flashed. “Is it really that big?”
“Are you kidding me? That thing is massive! Why do you think I first… ahem… I mean, it’s really big.”
I had heard women liked to tell their partners it was big, so she was probably just saying that to excite me, but it was working.
“Wh-what about you?”
“Mmm… I’m so wet right now thinking about your dick.”
“A-are you tight?”
There was a moment of silence and I was afraid I said something wrong when she laughed slightly. “Although I had Stevey, it’s been a long while, so it’s tight again. Your big thing might even hurt at first since my ex-husband was so much smaller.”
“It’ll hurt?” I asked, a bit worried.
“It’ll be a hurt I want to feel.” she declared. “Let’s stop talking about that. Why don’t you take your dick out for me?”
I stopped for a second, getting up and making sure my door was locked, and then I pulled my dick out. “Did you want a picture?”
“Mmm… maybe later. Right now, I want you to stroke it!”
“You mean, like masturbation?”
“You don’t masturbate?” She asked in surprise.
“Ah, I’ve done it… it’s just, I never felt as good as when you did it with your lips.”
She let out a soft laugh. “Oh my, well, I can’t promise it’ll be that good, but if you follow my commands, I think I can make you cum.”
“You want me to cum?”
“Mm… so bad… I want to cum too. How about you touch yourself, and I touch myself, and we cum together.”
“O-okay.” I agreed although I would have agreed to about anything at that moment.
I began to stroke it, but my mind was on Mrs. Parker, who started breathing erratically.
“Ar-are you doing it?” She asked. “I’m rubbing my pussy right now.”
“Ye-yeah… it feels really good.” I breathed, starting to pump harder.
“Don’t rush, let’s enjoy this.”
“O-okay.”
“Good boy.”
I continued to go slowly, hearing her breathing on the other side of the line.
“You’re so good, Lucas,” she whispered. “I’m fingering my pussy right now.”
My body trembled as I thought about her with her legs spread on her bed at home.
“I wish I was there.” I moaned.
“Where would you be?”
“B-between your legs. I’d eat your pussy.”
“Mmm…” she sighed. “Yes… I bet your tongue is so much better than my exes.”
I imagined myself eating her, hearing her moan and gasp. My entire body was tingling all over. Usually, when I rubbed myself, I didn’t feel very much. The truth was that it took quite a bit to get me to finish on my own, so much so that I rarely masturbated. However, with the sound of Mrs. Parker panting in my ear, it seemed much more vivid. My body felt like it was quickly growing in pleasure.
“Wh-what about your mouth?” I asked.
“Oh?” She sounded a bit taken aback. “You mean you’d like me to suck your dick again?”
“M-more… I’d love to cum in your mouth.”
“Oh?” Her voice had a slight giggle. “Do you think you can give me that much?”
“I don’t know… but I’d try.”
“Mmm…” Her voice had a bit of a sigh. “That’d be nice. Just think of my lips sliding down your big, hard dick.”
“Y-your lips are so soft.” I sighed, remembering the time before.
“Your cock is so big and warm. Mmm… it’s making me wet.”
“Your pussy is so soft and tight.” I repeated as the pleasure was starting to build up.
“I’m imagining myself riding you right now.”
“I can see your nipples bouncing as you go up and down.”
“Yes…” She breathed.
“My hands are on your hips as I move you up and down.” I whimpered.
“Oh God yes!” She gasped. “I’m going to cum!”
“Me too.” I moaned.
“Oh yes… Lucas!”
“Mrs. Parker!”
“It’s Savannah!”
“Savannah!”
“Lucas!”
“Ah…”
“Mmm…”
“P-please don’t stop!”
“I’m… so close.”
“Me too!”
“Cum with me.”
“Mm… ah… S-Savannah.”
“Yes! Yes! YES!”
“I’m going to cum.”
“Please do! Cum for me.”
“Nnn…”
“Ahh…”
“Oh God!”
“Oh shit!”
“AHH!”
“AHHH!”
I collapsed, letting the phone fall from my ear, and laid back, panting heavily. I hadn’t felt an orgasm that intense since the last time Mrs. Parker was around. My entire body was tingling. It was even better than last night with Mrs. Anderson. I was so tired that my arm barely moved when I reached for the phone.
“Lucas?” Mrs. Parker’s voice came through the speaker.
“Sorry…” I managed to gasp.
“Did you finish?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Good. I can’t believe you were able to make me cum from the phone.”
“Did-did you finish?”
“I did. Twice. Did you know a woman can orgasm multiple times?”
“N-no…”
“Well, all of our visits keep getting interrupted.” She spoke with a slight spout.
“That was good…” I responded and then realized I had made a complete mess below. “Damn!”
There was white stuff all over my hand, my pants, and even my blanket. It looked like a bag of marshmallows had exploded in my lap. If someone saw this, I would be embarrassed to death.
“What is it?” Mrs. Parker’s voice sounded worried.
“Nothing, I need to clean up my mess. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Oh, hehe… I suppose I need to change my sheets too. You’re too much.”
We said goodbye to each other and I finally hung up the phone. I quickly used a discarded towel from the last shower I had left on the foot of my bed and did my best to wipe everything up. I ended up having to change my pants and underwear. No sooner had I finished when there was a knock on my door. I nearly jumped out of my skin thinking I had done something that revealed myself. Taking a breath to calm my nerves, I spoke out.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kiddo, it’s me.” It was the voice of someone I didn’t want to talk to, my stepfather.
I made a face, but I knew I couldn’t exactly tell him to screw off. I made sure everything questionable was covered or hidden. I even made sure to hide my phone in case he tried to look at it. It wasn’t until the crime scene was fixed that I took a breath and then unlocked the door and opened it.
“What do you need?” I asked him from the crack in my door.
He looked down at me, his expression somewhat strained. After a moment, he gave a light sigh.
“I know I’m not your father.” He spoke slowly and cautiously. “I’ve never tried to pretend that I was…”
“Okay…” I responded, not exactly sure why he was knocking on my door so early on my Saturday off.
He let out a sigh. “I screwed things up with your mom recently. I know we don’t see things eye to eye, but for better or worse, we are family.”
“Um… thanks?”
He coughed. “Look, I understand your mother and you are kind of a package deal. I want to mend things with your mother, so I know that first, I have to mend things with you. That’s why I was hoping we could have a bit of a father-son day today.”
“A… father-son day?” I couldn’t help but make a strange face.
His expression fell slightly and he gave me a glower. “Is that so shocking?”
“It’s just… what do you want to do?”
“Haha…” His expression brightened as he pulled out a pair of tickets in his pocket. “It just so happens that there is a baseball game and I got tickets through my job.”
“You want to take me to a baseball game?” I asked in wide-eyed wonder.
“Why not?” He asked. “You’re a man, aren’t you? What guys don’t like going to the game? Come on, I’ll buy you nachos and we can spend the day at the park. It’ll be great.”
I opened my mouth to say no, but I couldn’t help but see my mother. She was standing on the stairway, just peeking up enough that she could see us. She had a pleading look on her face. It was clear that she had put Carl up to this. It seemed like she was trying to fix things with him, and perhaps taking me out was one of her ultimatums. In the end, I didn’t want to cause my mother trouble, so I let out a sigh and nodded.
“Sure, when do we go?”I opened the door the rest of the way.
“Haha! That’s the spirit.” He slugged my shoulder somewhat painfully. “The game is in two hours, but it’s an hour’s drive and we’ll need time to park and find our seat, so get ready, we’re going now!”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he had already turned back and was exchanging a thumbs-up with my mom. I hadn’t seen her smiling in quite some time, so I had no choice but to sigh and bear it. I cleaned myself up a little more, grabbed my phone, and then met my stepdad in the car. It was only a short time later that we were driving to the city.
Although the town I lived in wasn’t small, it also wasn’t large enough to have its baseball stadium. That was reserved for the big city which was about an hour’s drive from where we lived. The car ride started quiet, but my stepdad seemed to realize how silent I was being so he turned the radio up to avoid any uncomfortableness. Although I felt complicated, this was the most attention I had gotten from him in years, so I decided I wasn’t going to go out of my way to ruin it.
We spent the hour listening to random pop tunes on the radio until we finally pulled into the long line entering the stadium. I was shocked it was so busy. Did that many people still watch baseball games? It took us another ten minutes to finally get a parking spot, and soon after we were walking quite a long distance to enter the stadium. After giving them our tickets, Carl was true to his word and brought me over to the concessions stand. He got us both drinks as well as an expensive nacho hat.
At first, I thought this entire day was going to be a boring fest, but once I got settled down in my seat with the nachos and the soda, it didn’t feel like such a bad day. It was a nice, warm, sunny day. The mascot even did a silly dance and then shot t-shirts into the crowds. My stepdad ended up snatching one, and he looked so proud as he handed it to me I couldn’t help but put the shirt on right away, even though it was a size too small for me. Later, the crowds were doing the wave, and it ended up being a bit more fun than I had expected, which is what I was getting at.
“Hey, where you going?” Nearing the final inning, I heard a familiar voice.
I had finished off the hat nachos and I was feeling pretty bloated sitting there when I overheard a familiar voice and looked down to see a man sitting there and a woman who had stood up and taken a step or two into the stairway. The man had a giant glove on his hand and was otherwise covered in baseball paraphernalia, while the girl only wore a single oversized button-up jersey.
“I thought you were going to take me to Geronimos,” she spoke in a clear British accent, and displeased expression on her face. “We’re going to miss our reservations!”
“We still have time!” He insisted, handing her two tickets. “See? Our tickets are reserved. Even if we’re a little late, they still save our spots. Just give it another fifteen, and then we’ll go okay?”
Ms. Barnett made a face, but he was already looking at the game, shouting as if someone missed the swing. “Fine, I’m hungry so I’m going to get something to tide me over.”
“Yeah, sure…” Coach Rex continued to watch the game, seemingly oblivious to her anger, but then he suddenly cried out. “Hey, wait a moment!”
She stopped her hand halfway to putting the tickets in her purse. “What is it?”
“Get me a bag of peanuts while you’re up.” He gave her a thumbs-up and then turned back to the game.
Ms. Barnett looked in disbelief before scoffing and turning away. Coach Rex didn’t seem to notice or care as she stomped away unhappily. My mind suddenly clicked into place. I had overheard them making this date. Coach Rex promised to take her to a nice restaurant and in exchange she was going to not fail his best player. Had it been two weeks already? I guess that had been last week, so it had been two weekends at least. It seemed like he had decided to take her to the game, and she didn’t look all too happy about it.
“I got to go pee,” I told my stepdad, who was similarly eagerly watching the conclusion of the game.
He merely nodded as I got up and then chased after Ms. Barnett. I wasn’t sure why I chased after her, but I had a feeling that she needed someone to talk to at that moment, and it wasn’t like I had any more interest in the game. I didn’t even know the names of the teams. I was just there for the food.
I followed Ms. Barnett to the concession stand, but she only glanced at it once before snorting. She then tightened her hands around her purse and continued. As she went, she ripped off the jersey she was wearing angrily and then tossed it into a trashcan she passed. She was dressed far too nicely for a baseball game. She was wearing long heels and a flirty-looking dress. Her hair and her makeup were done up. It stood out amongst the crowds of spectators. It was clear that she had dressed for going to a fine restaurant, not for a day at the game.
“Hello, Ms. Barnett,” I spoke up. “Where are you going?”
“Ah!” Ms. Barnett merely tripped as she spun around. “Huh? Lucas? What are you doing here?”
I smiled, walking up to her. “My stepdad dragged me here. What about you? You didn’t take me as the baseball game type.”
Her face grew slightly flushed. “It’s nothing… I just wanted to see a game, but it’s boring, so I’m leaving.”
“Leaving? Aren’t you here with Coach Rex?” I asked innocently.
“You saw?” She coughed. “Ahem, I mean, Coach Rex provided the tickets, so that’s why…”
“Isn’t it kind of rude to walk out on a date?”
“It’s not a date!” she glowered in my direction. “I never promised him anything. Besides, we even came in separate cars. Do you know what he told me? He said that since I lived farther away from the stadium, he didn’t want to spend the gas picking me up and then dropping me off, so it made more sense we brought our ownc cars!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, causing her to puff out her cheeks unhappily. “I guess Couch isn’t as good with the ladies as his reputation suggests. I would never treat a pretty girl like that.”
She rolled her eyes and then gave me a serious look. “What do you want?”
“Hmm?” I cocked my head in confusion.
“You saw me with Coach Rex. I know he’s your coach and I know how loyal you kids are to him.”
“Loyal?” I genuinely spoke in shock. “To him?”
“By Monday, everyone in school will know we went on a date.” She ignored my response. “What do I have to give you to get you to stay quiet.”
My eyes flickered. This just got interesting.