Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 49

I reached out to touch Mrs. Smith, thinking that school had suddenly become my favorite place to be, but just before my hand managed to touch her wet panties, the door began to jingle with someone’s keys. Mrs. Smith dropped her skirt and stepped back. Her hand grabbed a blanket on the side and tossed it over my dick still hanging out from my pants just as the door opened. Mr. Smith stepped into the office.

“Honey, I’ve… hmm?” He stopped, looking over at me.

I was still standing there with my hand outstretched, completely frozen. It took me several seconds to realize that Mrs. Smith was several steps from me and had nothing on her body exposed. Meanwhile, other than my dick now hidden on a blanket, I looked like nothing more than a kid with a blanket on him laying on the teacher’s couch.

“John, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Smith asked in a smooth voice.

I slowly sat up, acting like I had my arm out to balance myself as I sat up. It was only when he looked away from me that I put my dick back in my pants. However, I was too afraid to zip it up in fear of being heard.

“What is a student doing here?” he asked.

“He had a stomach ache,” Mrs. Smith responded. “I decided to let him sleep it off.”

His expression turned just a bit patronizing. “Honey, you’re too naïve. He’s probably just trying to skip class. A lot of these kids are lazy and don’t want to work.”

“Do you think I don’t know what I’m doing?” Mrs. Smith narrowed her eyes.

He held up his hands. “Hey, why are you being defensive? Is it the hormones again? We talked about that. You need to not get all emotional.”

Mrs. Smith nodded, taking a breath as Mr. Smith reached out and took her into his arms. I felt the sudden desire to punch Mr. Smith right in his mouth. However, he was holding her. He leaned in and kissed Mrs. Smith, but her eyes widened as she realized something and pulled away. He blinked, smacking his mouth as if he had a sudden strange taste. Mrs. Smith already had pulled a breath mint from her purse and tossed it in her mouth.

I hid a sneer.

How do you like the taste of my cum in your wife’s mouth?

I could only think it though. How could I say it to him?

“I’m sorry, I had a bad lunch.” Mrs. Smith shoved a breath mint into his mouth before he could dwell on the taste any longer. “What are you here for?”

He made a face, but he seemed to quickly accept what she said, the smug expression returning to his face. “I’m here to talk about our anniversary.”

“Did you even remember it?” Mrs. Smith asked, her voice filled with a bit of scorn.

“Hey, hey… this time, I remembered to call ahead and make reservations. You know I always take care of you. He moved in to touch her, but Mrs. Smith maneuvered out of his grip.

“Honey, why are you acting so cold?” He asked, but then he noticed me and frowned. “Lucas, why are you still here? This is a meeting for adults. Get out. You can come back when you’re a man.”

He grinned harshly as if he had made the joke of the year.  I wanted to retort that his wife certainly thought I was man enough when I plowed her over that desk, but I managed to bite my tongue. I glanced at Mrs. Smith, and she gave me a slight nod, so I got up and headed to the entrance.

“Stop!” Just as I reached the door, Mr. Smith suddenly called out.

“What?” I asked, my heartbeat rising.

“Your fly is undone.” He sneered.

I looked down to see my dick was sufficiently put away. It took me a second to realize he couldn’t see anything suspicious. I zipped up my pants and mumbled a thank you before heading out. He turned back to Mrs. Smith, already ignoring me. As I closed the door, I could hear him speaking again.

“You’re getting a bit chubby. Are you not working out?”

That was all I heard as I closed the door. I looked up to see the receptionist wasn’t in. The bell rang ending lunch, so I headed to my afternoon class. The rest of the day went quickly. Stephanie didn’t talk to me at all other than to remind me that she expected me to come to her house tomorrow. As for Ms. Barnett, she seemed to be very distracted through class, and mostly just left us to work on individual activities. As a result, I spent most of my time on my cell phone.

Mami Chula: Where were you this morning? I miss you, Papi… you disappeared at the party too. I went home alone. I can’t stop thinking about you.

I apologized and made up an excuse, even telling her that we got caught by Steven’s mom and were forced to stay up all night cleaning the house.

Mami Chula: Hehe, well, as long as you suffered a little, I’ll forgive you. Can we meet this weekend?

I told her my weekend was pretty busy and I wasn’t sure.

Mami Chula: You tease… how can you let me have a taste and then deny me like this?

Mami Chula: Just kidding! Practice your Spanish when you can, or I’ll have to schedule more after-school training.

I took a breath and then checked the next message.

Othermother: I woke up in my bed with a splitting headache.

Othermother: Nothing happened last night, did it? I remember learning some bad news, and then I got your text about a party. I drank and… I don’t remember!

I told her that nothing happened and she should drink more water.

Strictmomma: I’m sorry about earlier. My husband is such a tool sometimes.

I couldn’t help but smile at seeing her words. I used to think Mrs. Smith was so uptight, but underneath those heels, bun, and glasses was a super sexy and fun girl waiting to come out.

Me: Your husband isn’t a good person. Why did you even date him in the first place?

There was a long pause, and for a bit, I feared I had gone too far. Then a reply came.

Strictmomma: Would you believe I once found him charming?

Me: Really?

Strictmomma: Lol, in truth, despite what people believe, I knew John in college. He, Rex, and I were all classmates back then.

Me: You were friends with Coach Rex?

Strictmomma: I said classmates, not friends. We didn’t hang out or anything. Rex always had a reputation as a playboy, and John… was just Rex’s friend. I was focused on my Masters and used to not care about my appearance so I looked rather frumpy.

Me: I bet you were hot.

Strictmomma: Well, when I finally graduated, I applied for jobs and struggled to find one. Until I ran into John. By that point, he still had most of his hair and he was still in shape. I recognized him in the interview, and we hit it off. He told me he’d hire me if I went on a date with him. It was inappropriate, but I was desperate for a job, and during the date, he was rather pleasant.

Me: That’s it?

Strictmomma: ??

Strictmomma: Life isn’t like the movies. Everyone doesn’t have some interesting or tragic backstory. I married John, and I thought we were in love for a few years, but then he started ignoring me. For a time, I improved myself, lost weight, dressed nicer, and even pursued him. Convinced myself I was the problem. However, no matter how many naughty texts I sent, or surprise BJs I’d give him in his office, he continued to act more and more aloof. When he found out I was pregnant, it was like he just stopped finding me sexy.

Me: You’re very sexy! I want nothing more than to fuck you!

Strictmomma: Thank you, Lucas. You’re the only reason I haven’t fallen apart.

A short time later, the bell rang. I didn’t know what to make of the conversation with Mrs. Smith. I still didn’t have the guts to tell her what I had overheard. How could I even begin to tell her that her loving husband was passing her around like a hot potato and the kid in her belly wasn’t even her husbands? She was already emotionally vulnerable and pregnant. It would destroy her.

I tried not to think about it as I left the school. Since we had the game on Thursday, there would be no practice today. It was our one reprieve offered by Coach Rex. I didn’t mind at all, because I seemed to recall that I had a date tonight. I had met the girl the previous night, but I had been too distracted for her to leave much of an impression on me. Besides, it wasn’t like I saw her face through her mask. Still, my sister said she was a sure thing. I had never fucked a girl my age before, so I had to admit I was a little interested.

However, my stroll stopped suddenly as a group of men appeared in front of me. They were all older, in their twenties, and they were drunk. The guy in the middle looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out from where.

“Can I help you?”

“Can I help you?” One of the guys repeated in a shrill voice, and the other two snorted.

My self-preservation kicked in and I realized I was definitely in a bit of trouble. I took a few steps back, but the three guys followed me.

“Come on now, where are you going?” the middle guy said. “You weren’t such a wimp when you were cucking me with your sister, were you?”

I blinked, and I suddenly recalled the face. “Jacob?”

“It’s Jason!” he snapped.

It was the guy who had been trying to get my sister in bed. I had sent him on his way. He had made a few threats before leaving, but I hadn’t taken him seriously.

“What do you want?” I asked, backing up more.

“Oh, now he’s scared…” he slurred. “Scared little rabbit… what will you do?”

He pulled a knife from his pocket. One of the other guys had a bat, and the third pulled out some brass knuckles.

“Hey, guys… be cool. She was my sister. What was I supposed to do?” I asked with my hands up.

“I don’t care about your slut of a sister. She’s putting out for some other loser now. These are just principles. You want to be the cool guy. We’re just going to show you the consequences.”

I threw my backpack at him. All that was in it were some papers and an extra pair of shoes. I regretted not loading it up with textbooks, but I regretted not trying to get a ride home at all. I thought I was pretty safe at this point now that Daryl had backed off and I was officially Stephanie’s boyfriend. Rather, getting a ride from either Mrs. Conner or Mrs. Parker would have been too strange after last night, especially with their respective son in the car with us.

As soon as the backpack left my hands, I turned and ran, but I only made it a step before something struck my ankles and I stumbled and fell. Before I could even free my legs from what I realized was the bat, I had both my arms being grabbed as I was pulled up and turned around. I tried to struggle, but the two guys just held on tighter until my arms hurt. That’s when my eyes landed on Jason approaching me with the knife in his hand, my legs couldn’t help but turn to jelly.

“You’re not so brave now…” He smirked as he stepped toward me, lifting his knife. “I think I’ll start but cutting your balls off, pussy! Pussies don’t need balls.”

I was frozen in place. My brain was telling me to run or fight back, but I just couldn’t. The fear of that sharp blade slicing into me was too strong. All I could do was shake and close my eyes. However, instead of the pain, I heard the sudden screech of tires breaking. My eyes opened, and Jason was standing there. He wasn’t looking at me though, but something behind me toward the street. There was the sound of multiple car doors slamming shut.

“Is there a problem, Gabacho?” an accented voice said behind me.

Jason looked nervous. “W-we don’t want no trouble, brother.”

“I ain’t got no brother like you.” I looked back to see a group of six guys approaching from their car.

“I’m j-just teaching this kid a lesson!” Jason stuttered.

“Ah, see… there’s a problem there. You see… this gringo is family.” One of the men wrapped his arm around me, and it was only at that point I realized the other two men who had been holding me were already backing away quickly. “Nobody touches this carnalito on our turf.”

“H-hah? Family? But-” Jason noticed the other two guys were running.

“You can run all you want, but there are always consequences.” the guy with his arm around me showed a gun hidden in his belt.

Jason’s knife hit the floor, and a moment later a wet stain appeared on his pants and began to run down his leg. “Oh, God, please don’t kill me.”

He fell to his knees, apparently not even able to run.

“This whitey just pissed himself.” One of the guys looked at him in disgust.

“Just rough him a little. He’s too pathetic to kill.” He snorted, and then turned, turning me away too.

I could hear a yell, and then the sound of thuds and whimpering.

“Miss Penelope says she’s been a bit lonely,” he said.

“I-I’ll take her out this weekend!” I cried out.

He laughed, patting my shoulder and slipping a twenty into my pocket. “Good kid. Tell her the Darlington boys miss her at the orphanage.”

“I will!”

He nodded his head to tell me I could go, and I immediately took off bolting.

I arrived home a short time later. I put my stuff down and immediately headed for the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was so close to getting castrated or what, but I needed to pee. I opened the door, and there was my stepsister standing there with a towel wrapped around her.

“Shit!” I cursed, turning to close the door.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed it. “What do you want?”

“I just needed to pee,” I told her, making sure not to look at her as I danced awkwardly from foot to foot.

“Oh…” she responded. “Just come in and use it then.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, what does it matter? We live together. It’s not like it’s something we haven’t seen before.”

“That…” I still hesitated, wondering what trick she was trying to pull.

“Come in, don’t, I don’t care. I’m taking a shower. You can either pee or wait for me to finish.”

She stepped into the shower and closed the curtains. A second later, I saw the towel wrapped around her get thrown over the curtain rod, and the sound of running water quickly followed. My mouth couldn’t help but fall open. Jenna used to call me a freak and a pervert if I even looked at her bare feet. Now, she didn’t care I saw her in a towel and even took it off and started showering. The toilet was right next to the shower, so I’d be only a thin curtain away from seeing her naked body!

I shook my head. She was my stepsister. Why would I even want to see that? Feeling both like I couldn’t wait that long and even if I did,  it’d be an insult to my manly pride, I barged into the bathroom and got in front of the toilet. After raising the toilet seat and unzipping my pants, I couldn’t help but be aware of her naked silhouette next to me. Gritting my teeth, I pulled out my dick and began to pee. I closed my eyes and focused on finishing quickly.

“It is big.”

I very nearly missed the bowl, startled as hell when I opened my eyes and looked to see Jenna. She had pulled the curtain back just enough for her eyes to peek, and she was looking down at my dick.

“What do you think you’re looking at? How would you feel if I was looking at your chest and talking about the size,” I snapped at her.

She looked at me, and then a second later she pulled back the curtain. The water was still running over her body, and she was completely naked. She put her arms under her breasts, squeezing them together and pushing them up. She was blushing, not looking at me at all.

“How are they?” she asked.

What the hell was going on? I licked my lips, trying to get a grasp of the situation. Somehow, I was staring at my step-sister’s naked breasts. No, she was deliberately showing me her naked breasts. This was a completely different situation. Her head turned down, and her eyes widened.

“It gets bigger?”

“Ah!” I let out a noise, realizing my dick was starting to get hard.

“C-can I touch it?” she asked.

Once again, I had to stop my jaw from landing on the ground. What had gotten into her? Where was my stepsister who hated me?

“O-only if I can touch you,” I responded and immediately wanted to kick myself.

She thought about it for only a second and then nodded. She pushed her chest toward me. I didn’t want to touch my sister’s chest! However, I already said I would! Just what was I supposed to do?

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